Take It To The Head - DJ Khaled, Chris Brown, Rick Ross

Working all winter

Shining all summer

I ain¡t no beginner

You scared to Take it to the head

Don’t think about it (be about it)

Don’t be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head

Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots,

I’m gone

Take it to the head

I’m in my zone

Damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots

I’m gone

Now we gon’get fucked up No excuses no apologies

Reputation for g’s, thats the roll of a boss

So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch

She say love is for free, just expensive to shop

But its nothing to me, that extends from my block

I got a lot of figures, I’m a father figure

She know a lot of niggas, don’t know a hotter nigga

Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you

But I’m here to nurture, I wanna take you further

She got all them purses, I say in my verses

YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface

She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains

I always make her nervous, this record’s perfect

Take it to the head

Don’t think about it, be about it Don’t be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head

Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I’m gone

Take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I’m gone

Now we gon’get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

Yo, reputation for bussin'

Pussy open, it’s nothin'

Big fat nigga, all that huffin’and puffin'

Take me shopping in France

And he pay in advance

He got big balls, ran a play in his pants

Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island

All my bitches is stylin'

Beaches and eatin Italian

This is real shit, real shit

On the real, nigga fuckin’wit a real bitch

I ride for him, DMV

Stamina, GNC

3 letters CMB

Competition, I don’t see any

Take it to the head

Don’t think about it, be about it Don’t be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head

Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I’m gone

Take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I’m gone

Now we gon’get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

Reputation for tasting

I’m killin’em hoes like Jason

Got that pussy like medication to patients

Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion

Fuck with me baby, it’s Tunechi baby

Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I’m rejuvenated

With all that pink on, bitch I’m king kong

I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone

Pop a pill and pop that pussy

I bet you tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet

And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest

And then she

Take it to the head, (yeh yeah)

Don’t think about it, be about it Don’t be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah)

Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head

Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I’m gone

Take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I’m gone

Now we gon’get fucked up, no excuses no apologies