Tyga - When to stop [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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]