crush tonight

Singer:fat joe

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

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

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

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

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