Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Whoa, whoa...

Whoa, whoa... Yeah...

Listen baby

Up in the place I see you getting down

Can't help but look at you

Gotta crowd around you

Now you're the baddest thing I've seen tonight

So come on girl let's put it in flight

I got the V-1-2, 6-0-0

Sitting outside of the door

So bring it on, by the way

Your body's plays for

And that's a little something that a nigga craves for, yeah

I'm watching you move

I stop to fantasize

About the way I'm gonna put it on that ass tonight

So come on and ride shotgun

I got the bubbles if you like it we can pop some

I see me and you, flossing in my coupe

Maybe we can peel back the roof

And get it on

And I see your body's plays for

I like the little thing around your navel, baby

All I know is I'm not leaving here alone, yeah

Now you might be the baddest in the club to me

But shorty's got it bad and wanna slide with me tonight

So whatcha gonna do (whatcha gonna do)

Is it gonna be me and you

You got to stop playing games

Girl, you got to stop faking me, ooh