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Bruno Mars - 24K Magic Album Lyrics



Bruno Mars - 24K Magic Lyrics






24K Magic

Tonight
I just want to take you higher
Throw your hands up in the sky
Let's set this party off right

Players, put yo' pinky rings up to the moon
Girls, what y'all trying to do?
Twenty four karat magic in the air
Head to toe so player
Look out, uh

Pop pop, it's show time (show time)
Show time (show time)
Guess who's back again?
Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em)
Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em)
I bet they know soon as we walk in (showin' up)
Wearing Cuban links (ya)
Designer minks (ya)
Inglewood's finest shoes (whoop, whoop)
Don't look too hard might hurt ya'self
Known to give the color red the blues

Oh shit, I'm a dangerous man with some money in my pocket (keep up)
So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up)
Why you mad, fix ya face, ain't my fault y'all be jocking (keep up)

Players only, come on
Put your pinky rings up to the moon
Girls, what y'all trying to do?
Twenty four karat magic in the air
Head to toe so player
Uh, look out!

Second verse for the hustlas (hustlas) gangstas (gangstas)
Bad bitches and ya ugly ass friends (haha)
Can I preach? (Uh oh) can I preach? (Uh oh)
I gotta show 'em how a pimp get it in
First, take your sip (sip), do your dip (dip)
Spend your money like money ain't shit (whoop, whoop)
We too fresh
Got to blame in on Jesus
Hashtag blessed, they ain't ready for me

I'm a dangerous man with some money in my pocket (keep up)
So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up)
Why you mad, fix ya face, ain't my fault y'all be jocking (keep up)

Players only, come on
Put your pinky rings up to the moon
Hey girls
What y'all trying to do? (What y'all trying to do?)
Twenty four karat magic in the air
Head to toe so player
Uh, look out!

(Woo) everywhere I go they be like
Ooh, so player
Everywhere I go they be like (ooh, so player, ooh)
Oh everywhere I go they be like (ooh, so player, ooh)

Now, now, now watch me break it down like (uh)
Twenty four karat, twenty four karat magic
What's that sound (twenty four karat, twenty four karat magic)
Come on now
Twenty four karat, twenty four karat magic
Don't fight the feeling, invite the feeling

Just put your pinky rings up to the moon
Girls, what y'all trying to do? (Tell me what y'all trying to do)
Twenty four karat magic in the air
Head to toe so player (hands up!)
Put your pinky rings up to the moon
Girls, what y'all trying to do? (Do)
Twenty four karat magic in the air
Head to toe so player (twenty four karat) uh, look out

(Twenty four karat magic, magic, magic)
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Writer: Philip Martin Lawrence, Christopher Brody Brown, Peter Gene Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Chunky

She got to shake her little something (shake her little something), ooh
Throwing that thing from left, right, side to side
She got to have her own money (she got her own money), oh yeah
Shout out to the girls that pay they rent on time

If you ain't here to party take your ass back home
If you getting naughty, baby here's my phone
Slide with your boy to the bar
Slide with your boy to the car
I've been searching everywhere and now here you are

Ooh, chunky
Looking for them girls with the big old hoops
That drop it down in daisy dukes
(I wanna get down)
Yeah, I am the one, so I'm trying to recruit
I'm looking at you
Yeah, you baby

Now let me hear you say you ready (I'm ready), oh yeah
Girl, you better have you hair weave strapped on tight
'Cause once we can go, where we rolling
We'll cha-cha 'til the morning
So just say alright (alright)

If you ain't here to party take your ass back home
If you getting naughty, baby here's my phone
Slide with your boy to the bar
Slide with your boy to the car
I've been searching everywhere and now here you are

Ooh, chunky
Looking for them girls with the big old hoops
That drop it down in daisy dukes
(I wanna get down)
Yeah, I am the one, so I'm trying to recruit
I'm looking at you
Yeah, you baby

You got what I want (I got what you want)
Girl, you got what I need (I got what you need)
37-27-42
Ooh, squeeze all of that into my coupe
Girl, I I choo-oose you

Chunky
Looking for them girls with the big old hoops
That drop it down in daisy dukes
(I wanna get down)
Yeah, I am the one, so I'm trying to recruit
I'm looking at you
Yeah, you baby

Chunky
Looking for them girls with the big old hoops
That drop it down in daisy dukes
(I wanna get down)
Yeah, I am the one, so I'm trying to recruit
Hey, I'm looking at you
Yeah, you baby
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Writer: Peter Gene Hernandez, Philip Martin Lawrence II, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Christopher Brody Brown, Bruno Mars
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management




Perm

Man, look at you, been walking in here
Looking all pretty and angry and mean and good (haha)
Now I know you didn't get your hair done
So you could just sit down and just sit still
Hey, we tryna have a good time tonight, let's go baby!

It's my birthday
(No, it's not)
But I still look good though
(Hot comb hot)
I bet you want an autograph
For you and your friends
Gotta do it in the penthouse
That's where I keep my pen

What you can't dance, ain't got rhythm?
What you got a man? I don't see you with him
Put your phone down, let's get it
Forget your Instagram and your Twitter
Got me like whoa, wait a minute
You need to take a minute
Loosen them shoulders up
Pour it up, let's work

Throw some perm on your attitude
Girl, you gotta relax (ooh)
Let me show you what you got to do
You gotta lay it back
Matter of fact, band, show her how to lay it back!
Show her how to lay it back
Show her how to lay it back
Ow, show her how to lay it back
Alright!

Come on baby, I love you
(No you don't)
You never know, I might though
Can't say I won't, ah
There's that smile I'm looking for
Was that so hard?
If you ever need to smile again girl, take my card

Razzle-dazzle, never gon' stop
What you want is what I got
You wanna get down? You gotta get up
Don't be stingy with your big ol' butt
You got a booty like whoa, wait a minute!
I'm just playing with you
Loosen them shoulders up
Pour it up, let's work

Throw some perm on your attitude
Girl, you gotta relax (ooh)
Let me show you what you got to do
You gotta lay it back
Matter of fact, band, show her how to lay it back!
Show her how to lay it back
Show her how to lay it back
Ow, show her how to lay it back
Alright!

Hey, now you got it baby
You tryna have some fun tonight
You just gotta follow these simple instructions, you ready?

You need to activate your sexy (activate your sexy)
Silky, smooth and snap (silky, smooth and snap)
Now lean with it (lean), throw a lil' sheen in it (sheen)
Then pat, pat, pat 'til it's flat
One more time, you need to activate your sexy (activate your sexy)
Silky, smooth and snap (silky, smooth and snap)
Now lean with it (lean), throw a lil' sheen in it (sheen)
Then pat, pat, pat 'til it's flat

I'll sing it again
Throw some perm on your attitude
Girl, you gotta relax
(Ooh)
Ooh, let me show you what you got to do
You gotta lay it back
Matter of fact, band, show her how to lay it back!
Show her how to lay it back
Show her how to lay it back, now
Ow, show her how to lay it back right now
Alright!
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Writer: Peter Gene Hernandez, Philip Martin Lawrence II, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Christopher Brody Brown, Homer Steinweiss, Trevor Lawrence
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Thats What I Like

Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
You and your ass invited
So go on and get to clappin' (clap)
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player (drop it)
Drop-drop it for me (drop it)
I'll rent a beach house in Miami ('ami)
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner (uh)
Julio, serve that scampi (Julio)
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said, you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let's put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on it)
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I'm gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like

I'm talkin' trips to Puerto Rico (bih)
Say the word and we go (say it)
You can be my freaka (brr)
Girl, I'll be your fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can't keep
I promise that your smile ain't gon' never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris (ooh)
Everything twenty-four karats (uh)
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who's the fairest?
Is it you? (Is it you?) Is it me? (Is it me?)
Say it's us (say it's us) and I'll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let's put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on it)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I'm gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like

You say you want a good time
Well, here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me, what's on your mind? (What's on your mind?)
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby
What you tryna do?

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like (that's what I like, baby)
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like (oh, oh)
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like (that's what I like, baby)
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like (ooh, ooh, ooh)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ray Charles II Mccullough, Philip Martin Lawrence II, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Christopher Brody Brown, Peter Gene Hernandez, Jeremy L. Reeves, Ray Romulus, Jonathan James Yip
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Versace On The Floor

Let's take our time tonight, girl
Above us all the stars are watchin'
There's no place I'd rather be in this world
Your eyes are where I'm lost in
Underneath the chandelier
We're dancin' all alone
There's no reason to hide
What we're feelin' inside
Right now

So baby let's just turn down the lights
And close the door
Ooh I love that dress
But you won't need it anymore
No you won't need it no more
Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby

Versace on the floor
Ooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl
Versace on the floor
Ooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl, mmm

I unzip the back to watch it fall
While I kiss your neck and shoulders
No don't be afraid to show it all
I'll be right here ready to hold you
Girl you know you're perfect from
Your head down to your heels
Don't be confused by my smile
'Cause I ain't ever been more for real, for real

So just turn down the lights (down the lights)
And close the door (close the door)
Ooh I love that dress
But you won't need it anymore
No you won't need it no more
Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby

Versace on the floor
Ooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl
Versace on the floor
Ooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl
Dance

(It's warmin' up) can you feel it?
(It's warmin' up) can you feel it?
(It's warmin' up) can you feel it, baby?
(It's warmin' up)
Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more
Let's just kiss 'til we're naked

Ooh, Versace on the floor, hey baby
Take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl
Versace on the floor
Oh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl

Versace on the floor
Floor

Floor
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Writer: Christopher Brody Brown, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Peter Gene Hernandez, Philip Martin Lawrence II
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Straight Up & Down

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Girl, I bet your momma named you goodlookin'
'Cause you sure look good to me
My attention, oh, yes, you just took it
You're probably the finest thing that I ever seen
And nobody at the party droppin' it low like the way that you do
Got me sayin', "damn girl, break it down for me"

Take it nice and slow, let me watch while you turn around
Just back it up on me girl, right now, right now

I got your body rockin' side to side (straight up)
I put you on and now you're feelin' right (straight up)
I know exactly what is on your mind (straight up)
Oh baby we gon' have some fun tonight
Straight up and down (straight up, straight up, straight up)
Straight up and down (straight up, straight up, straight up)
Ooh, I know exactly what is on your mind
Oh baby, we gon' have some fun tonight
Straight up and down

This liquor got both of us faded
So gone, so gone, so gone
But your booty deserve a celebration
And I'm gonna celebrate it all night long
Come on here and show me why you got the whole club starin' at you
You got me sayin', "damn girl, break it down for me"

Take it nice and slow, let me watch while you turn around
Just back it up on me girl, right now, right now

I got your body rockin' side to side (straight up)
I put you on and now you're feelin' right (straight up)
I know exactly what is on your mind (straight up)
Oh baby we gon' have some fun tonight
Straight up and down (straight up, straight up, straight up)
Straight up and down (straight up, straight up, straight up)
Ooh, I know exactly what is on your mind
Oh baby we gon' have some fun tonight
Straight up and down

Girl, tell me when you're ready
Ready to go
Just say the word
And then we'll take this home
Don't you fight the feelin'
'Cause I feel it too
Freakin' me baby
While I'm freakin' you

I got your body rockin' side to side (straight up)
I put you on and now you're feelin' right (straight up)
I know exactly what is on your mind (straight up)
Oh baby, we gon' have some fun tonight
Straight up and down (straight up, straight up, straight up)
Straight up and down (straight up, straight up, straight up)
Ooh, I know exactly what is on your mind
Oh baby, we gon' have some fun tonight
Straight up and down
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: MARC GRAY, CARL E. MARTIN, PETER GENE HERNANDEZ, CHRISTOPHER BRODY BROWN, JAMES EDWARD FAUNTLEROY II, FAHEEM NAJM, PHILIP MARTIN LAWRENCE II
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Calling All My Lovelies

I got too many girls on hold for you to be so bold
Too many on my team for you to act so mean
You say you wanna go and have fun, well you ain't the only one
If I ring, don't let it ring too long or I'm gone

I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'
All the eesha's waitin' on me
So why you contemplatin', playa hatin'
If this is how it's gonna be?

I'm calling all my lovelies (calling all my lovelies)
'Cause I can't get a hold of you
Since you ain't thinking of me (since you ain't thinking of me)
Oh, look what you making me do

Honey pie, I'm far too fly to be on standby
Sendin' me straight to voicemail, suga, what the hell?
Oh, you ought to be ashamed, playin' these childish games
I don't get down like that, tell me where you at, hit me back

I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'
All the eesha's waitin' on me
So why you contemplatin', playa hatin'
If this is how it's gonna be?

I'm calling all my lovelies (calling all my lovelies)
'Cause I can't get a hold of you
Since you ain't thinking of me (since you ain't thinking of me)
Oh, look what you making me do

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone
'Cause all this loving needs a home
Oh no, look at what you started, baby
Now I'm left here brokenhearted, baby
There's a pain in my chest I cannot explain
I told myself I wasn't gon' cry (I'm not gonna cry, no no)
Then somebody's gotta come dry these eyes (dry these eyes)

"Hi, you've reached Halle Berry
Sorry, I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number
I'll get right back to you"

Damn, damn, damn

I'm calling, calling, calling, calling all my lovelies
'Cause I can't get a hold of you
Oh, since you ain't thinking of me (since you ain't thinking of me, baby)
Look what you making me do

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone
'Cause all this loving needs a home, oh
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Writer: Peter Gene Hernandez, Philip Martin Lawrence II, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Emile Hayne, Jeffrey Bhasker, Christopher Brody Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Finesse

Ooh, don't we look good together?
There's a reason why they watch all night long
Yeah, know we'll turn heads forever
So tonight I'm gonna show you off

When I'm walkin' with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that's what you do
No, my baby, don't play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That's right

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

Now slow it down for me baby (slow it down girl)
'Cause I love the way it feels when we grind
Yeah, our connection's so magnetic on the floor
Nothing can stop us tonight

When I'm walkin' with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that's what you do
No, my baby, don't play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That's right

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

Fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine
Tell her she the one, she the one for life
Ladies grab your fellas and let's do this right
If you're on one like me and mine

Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Don't it feel so good to be us, ay?
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Girl, we got it goin' on
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Don't it feel so good to be us, ay? (Feels so good)
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on (with you)

We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it

Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Don't it feel so good to be us, ay?
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
You know it, you know it
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Don't it feel so good to be us, ay?
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
You know it, you know it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Christopher Steven Brown, Bruno Mars, Jeremy Reeves, Jonathan Yip, James Edward II Fauntleroy, Philip Lawrence, Ray Charles II McCullough, Ray Romulus
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Too Good To Say Goodbye

I've made mistakes
I could have treated you better
I let you get away
There goes my happily ever after

Tell me why, why can't we try and start again?
This can't be how our story ends
You're more than my girl, you're my best friend
Tell me you remember when
Oooh, I was your man and you were my girl
It was you and me against the world

Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do
And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine
Tell me what can I do to make it up to you?
'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye, goodbye

Yeah, I'm still in love with you darlin'
I know you feel the same
Oh, what's the point of both of us being broken hearted?
I pray it's never too late

So tell me, why, why can't we try and start again?
This can't be how our story ends
You're more than my girl, you're my best friend
Tell me you remember when
I was your man and you were my girl
It was you and me against the world

Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do
And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine
Tell me what can I do to make it up to you?
'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye, goodbye

(Oh, don't you give up)
Girl won't you listen?
(Don't you give up)
It's you that I'm missin'
(Don't you give up)
Take my hand, I wanna go, I wanna go
(All the way)
If we're gonna fight this fight for better days
I know we're gonna make it
This is the chance, let's take it

Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do
(No, no, no, no)
And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine
Tell me what can I do to make it up to you?
'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye
(Come on, come on, come on) goodbye (Oh baby)
Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do
And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine
(Oh, tell me)
Tell me what can I do to make it up to you?
'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye, goodbye
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Christopher Brody Brown, Philip Martin Lawrence II, Jeffrey Nath Bhasker, Peter Gene Hernandez, Kenneth B. Edmon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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24K Magic (stylized as XXIVK Magic) is the third studio album by American singer-songwriter Bruno Mars. It was released by Atlantic Records on November 18, 2016. Mars reunited with Philip Lawrence and Christopher Brody Brown, who composed the album under their joint alias Shampoo Press & Curl. Mars enlisted new composers including the Stereotypes and James Fauntleroy. Recording sessions for 24K Magic took place between late 2015 and September 2016 at Glenwood Place Studios in Burbank, California.

Several critics said 24K Magic was crafted from elements of R&B, funk, pop, and new jack swing. Mars was inspired to create an album on which he could capture the sound of 1990s R&B, that he listened and danced to during his childhood. He wanted to make people dance and have the same enjoyment he had.

The lyrics of 24K Magic explore themes similar to those of its predecessor, Unorthodox Jukebox (2012), including money and sex. According to Mars, although he was able to convince Atlantic Records of the album's sound, they were initially hesitant.

24K Magic debuted at number two on the Billboard 200 chart with first-week sales of 231,000 equivalent album units and became Mars's first number-one album on the US Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums. It also peaked at number two in Canada, France, and New Zealand, and produced five singles: "24K Magic", "That's What I Like", and "Finesse" (remix featuring Cardi B), which were commercially successful while "Versace on the Floor" charted moderately and "Chunky" had a limited release. "That's What I Like" reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming Mars's seventh number-one song in the United States, while "24K Magic" peaked at number one in New Zealand. The album sold five million units globally and was certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), Music Canada (MC), and Recorded Music NZ (RMNZ).

Critical responses to 24K Magic were generally favorable; many reviewers noticed the change of style, focusing on contemporary R&B and the improvement on the production. Others criticized the detachment from the casual listener and the lack of "vulnerability" from his previous ballads.

At the 2018 Grammy Awards 24K Magic won seven Grammy Awards, including Album of the Year and Best R&B Album, while the title track won Record of the Year and "That's What I Like" won Song of The Year at the same ceremony. Several publications listed the album as one of the best records of the year and the Associated Press named it as the tenth-best album of the 2010s.
Genre(s): R&B, funk, pop, new jack swing
Producer(s): Emile Haynie, Jeff Bhasker, Shampoo Press & Curl, The Stereotypes
Length: 33:28
Released: November 18th, 2016
Year: 2016

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