wit' yo' bad self
timbaland
cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
what's the deal? fulfill every wish and
i take you out on a mission
to be you them chicks wishin
hit it on the bullseye boo no missin
you see gold like slick rick and
the way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
you in the way girl? boom when i block that
treated your physique like a beat and i rock that
you got your hustle? i ain't tryin to knock that
but you ain't tryin to stop that
you'd think i had the keys boo the way i locked that
oh that's your man? i think it's time to drop that
yeah you get the props back
i get the cane and the top hat
i let you run the clock back
fallin in love? oh never not that
who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
and in vegas i'm hittin it up like a slot rack
if you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that
now when you came in the door
fine all the way to the core
thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
talked in your ear til my throat got sore
she could see my game was straight raw
specially since she bought my tape right out the store
ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?"