[1 - Ginuwine] Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz
Everybody's out to fuck tonight The fine women, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
[Fat Joe] Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the floor You ever felt good to the point you so sure that All the attention in the club is yours Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more And your crew's all but know it's a horse Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen' Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her chin Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again
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Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind And to let you know, you just as good as gold It's like we got our own little private party goin' on And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan It's so intimate, we so into it Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin' Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend Now we at the pad about to crack a case Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase... next
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[Ginuwine] If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me Cuz it's on, it's on Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe] Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of it It seems your sexuality is just a little curious You got a friend, we could gather then split If not, I got a girl for every girl I get There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass And you know you wanna be where the cake is at Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born Killer She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us
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