Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Bill Churchville
Trumpet
Nick Lane
Trombone
Ray Herrmann
Saxophone
John Goux
Guitar
Nicole Scherzinger
Lead Vocals
Carmit Bachar
Background Vocals
Ashley Roberts
Background Vocals
Jessica Sutta
Background Vocals
Melody Thornton
Background Vocals
Kimberly Wyatt
Background Vocals
Chris Tedesco
Trumpet
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
Anthony Ray
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CeeLo Green
Producer
Ethan Mates
Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Okay
Yeah
Oh, we about to get it just a little hot and sweaty in this (Ooh, baby)
Ladies, let's go
Soldiers, let's go (Dolls)
Lemme talk to y'all and just, you know, give you a little situation
Listen (Fellas)
[Verse 1]
You see this **** get hot
Every time I come through when I step up in the spot (Are you ready?)
Make the place sizzle like a summertime cookout
Prowl for the best chick, yes, I'm on the lookout (Let's dance)
So bangin', shorty like a belly dancer with it
Smell good, pretty skin, so gangsta with it (Ooh, baby)
No tricks, only diamonds under my sleeve
Gimme the number, but make sure you holler before you leave
[Verse 2]
I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
That's why whenever I come around
She's all over you
And I know you want it (I know you want it)
It's easy to see (It's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be with me (Oh)
[Chorus]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?
[Chorus]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha?
Ahh, don't cha?
[Verse 3]
Fight the feelin' (Fight the feelin')
Leave it alone (Leave it alone)
'Cause if it ain't love, it just ain't enough
To leave a happy home
Let's keep it friendly (Let's keep it friendly)
You'll have to play fair (You'll have to play fair)
See, I don't care
But I know she ain't gon' wanna share
Hmm
[Chorus]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? (Oh)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (Like me)
Don't cha? (Don't cha, baby?)
Don't cha? (Alright, sing)
[Chorus]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (Raw)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? (Big fun)
Don't cha? (Okay, I see how it's goin' down)
Ahh, don't cha? (Seem like shorty wanna a little ménage to pop off or somethin')
Let's go
[Verse 4]
Well, lemme get straight to it
Every broad wanna watch it when I come through
It's the God almighty, lookin' all brand new
And shorty wanna jump in my Aston van Jewish
Lookin' at me all like, she really wanna do it
Tryna put it on me till my **** black and blueish
You wanna play with a player?
Girl, then play on
Strip out the Chanel and leave the lingerie on
Watch me and I'ma watch you at the same time
Lookin' like you wanna break my back
You're the very reason why I keep a packet of Magnum
And with the wax, hit you in the back of the Magnum
For the record, don't think it was somethin' you did
Shorty all on me 'cause it's hard to resist the kid
I got a idea that's dope for y'all
Is y'all gon' get cool so I could hit the both of y'all?
[Verse 5]
See, I know she loves you (I know she loves you)
I understand (I understand)
I'd probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man
Maybe next lifetime (Maybe next lifetime)
Possibly (Possibly)
Until then, old friend
Your secret is safe with me (Hot)
[Chorus]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? (Oh)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (Like me)
Don't cha? (Don't cha, baby?)
Don't cha?
Alright, sing
[Chorus]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (Raw)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? (Big fun)
Don't cha?
Ahh, don't cha?
Written by: Anthony Ray, Thomas Callaway, Trevor Smith