When to stop

[Verse 1: Tyga] Uh, that’s the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it A sex addict there when you needed it Now you’re too distracted by the little things, cars, rings, none of it matters Presidential suites in Nevada, you was too ecstatic Time ticking, you was 24 karat Mrs. Hard Headed don’t listen but the head was terrific, ah Had a vision, you bought it, couldn't wait 'til you saw it Swear you had it all, Jordy lost it all and you know it Know I did it, I'm riding round with my new bitch I'm popping bottles and shopping and flying private to Maui Living life, no excuses, don’t give two fucks about you You seen my girl ass lately? Now watch me fuck her crazy [Chorus: Chris Brown] Tell me when to stop, you know I ain't gon' hurt you babe Tell me when to stop, but if I start to get carried away Tell me when to stop, I'mma li-li-li-lick it and go down Baby you can get it [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop Tell me when to stop [Verse 2: Chris Brown] She said I could take control of her body, but it’s only for the weekend Said I'mma let you do you, oh yeah, I'mma do you, take you to the room boom boom I make her feel it in her rib cage, roll my weed on it Just like it’s her birthday, I'm tipping, you sipping, sparklers come with that Ace of Spades [Bridge: Chris Brown] I'm faded, sipping and leaning, I'm faded, sipping and leaning Sparklers come with that Ace of Spades I'm faded, sipping and leaning I'mma fuck you like I'm in a bad mood [Chorus] + [Post-Chorus] [Verse 3: Tyga] Long hair, red lipstick, lips burned from that cigarette Versace heels and them latex, neck collar, that that’s a fact I fuck with you cause it makes sense, we don’t fight but this make up sex Less is more but you more or less, got the top down in my Corvette, yeah Red from the summer, must've made a wrong turn, checked in a motel just to have sex Like strangers fucking out of anger, putting on handcuffs, now a nigga chained up 'Til the maid come clean up, broken mirrors so you know that’s bad luck Lost my wallet, told you hurry up, pack up, flee the scene, seen a chef just pull up Shots of tequila, let’s get freaky, looking for a reason By the look in yo eyes you don’t gotta say much, I can tell that you need it And you need it just as much as I needed you Word on streets, I pull work for two, yo home girl wanna see if it’s true, so just [Chorus x2] + [Post-Chorus]