[Chorus: x6] Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it"
[intro] Aiyyo swizz I don't think they ready for this shit Hey yo let me take they ass back to the club real quick
(get low bus!) who be the king of the sound? (uh huh) Busta bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh) Lot of my bitches be coming from miles around See they be cumin (uh!) cause they know how the god get down (turn it up!!) Now you know who holding the throne so gimme the crown (huh) Niggas soluting and trying to give me a pound (come on) I don't really fuck with you niggas you niggas is clown Making the bitches stripping throw they shit on the ground (get low bus!) now that's the way that it goes (uh huh) When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (come on) See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes That's when you get it (huh) mami already know I suppose (turn it up!!) Shorty wilding and shorty open she beasting it out For the record (huh) just a second I'm freaking it out (come on) While she trying to touch see I was peeping it out She turned around and was trying to put my dick in her mouth I let her
(get low bus!) and as we started, got me ringing her bell (uh huh) When I come I be doing it and doing it well (uh huh) Then I beat up the coochie and be making it swell Trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (turn it up!) Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowing my cell (come on) Can't get enough of the kid I put her under my spell (get low bus!) it's crowded mami move it along (uh huh) If you know you 'bout it then get to removing your thong (uh huh) To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong After the yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (turn it up!!) Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong (come on) Cause we consistently reppin see my money is long All my bitches is with me see how they singin the song Plus how we give you the stick and we be dickin along, I let her
(get low bus!) the god of the black, see that I'm back (uh huh) Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (uh huh) For the niggas hating the kid I'm close to strap Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (turn it up!) Every time I give you bang shit to knock in your whip Nigga always do his thing bitch locking the strip (come on) Lot of mami's is dancing and they shaking they hips After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em
Songwriters: DEAN, KASSEEM / BANGALTER, THOMAS / CHRISTO, GUY MANUEL HOMEM / ELLIOTT, MELISSA A. / BLIGE, MARY J. / LLOYD, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES / SIMMONS, EARL / SMITH, TREVOR / FISHER, RASHIA TASHAN / MACKIE, WILLIE SHAMELE