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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Felli Fel
DJ Felli Fel
Vocals
Akon
Akon
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
J. Corrine
J. Corrine
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Leroy Watson
Leroy Watson
Songwriter
Aliaune Thiam
Aliaune Thiam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Felli Fel
DJ Felli Fel
Producer
Steve Dickey
Steve Dickey
Recording Engineer
David Mitchell
David Mitchell
Recording Engineer
Bobby Ferrari
Bobby Ferrari
Recording Engineer
Mark Vinten
Mark Vinten
Recording Engineer
Ari Levine
Ari Levine
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chea
It's that incredible shit (Talk to 'em)
There's too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight, Felli (Hey)
I think we need to hit 'em off with somethin' proper, son (Okay, whoo)
They call me Diddy (DJ Felli Fel)
Testing one, two, three
Testing one, two, three
Check this out, listen to me
Listen
[Verse 2]
It's tricky, I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thang, G-string, shoe-string point of view (Hey)
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone (C'mon)
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode (Ow)
You don't wanna brave the cold, you want a day of combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
(Where your bills pile?)
I'm wildin' fo' sho'
In a middle of the club, doin' a rodeo show (Hey)
The hoes seem steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sets gleamy (Incredible sex)
You need me, ease me, please me, baby (Come on)
I may behave a little crazy, but in a way that they playa-pay me (Don't make me get buck in here)
[Verse 3]
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one-night scandal (And I'ma get buck in here)
Damn, lil' mama, know you fit my standards
You're the type that make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' that random
While you make it clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)
(Okay, Luda, let's go)
[Verse 4]
She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at your radio station (Uh huh)
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like, "Luda", I be like "He-yeah" (Let's go)
You like it like that (Woo), don't cha baby? (Yeah)
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy (Okay)
I stroke so good like Tiger Woods
Then I growl like a tiger would
My livelihood is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that's a lively hood
A circus, Big Top like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn somethin' (What?), bring your mother (Hey)
Sit back and observe, invite your friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
'Cause tonight, damn right
We gon' do it again (Don't make me get buck in here)
[Verse 5]
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one-night scandal (And I'ma get buck in here)
Damn, lil' mama, know you fit my standards
You're the type that make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin that random
While you make it clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap-clap-clap-clap-clap (Aye, yo)
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)
Aye, yo, Felli, brotha let me hit this one more time
[Verse 6]
Listen, women lace 'em, G4 jet flyin' (Yeah, ah-ha)
Twist 'em crooked, cell phone number's private (C'mon)
Flip 'em, change 'em, prissy I'm bougie, the hood (That's good)
Game 'em, taste 'em, trizzies I'm runnin', I'm good (Ow)
Leather or silk, I melt them all (Talk to 'em)
Love 'em, leave 'em, give 'em hell fo' sure (Don't stop)
Tell 'em words they minds and soul deserve (Don't stop)
Or give 'em things they might prefer (Keep it goin')
San Tropez or Mandarin sweet massage 'em (Keep it goin')
Pimp, game 'em, grants and Benz I charge 'em
Used to style 'em, now I just Virgin Isle 'em (Talk to 'em Diddy)
Karma Sutra, freaky and leavin' 'em smilin' (Don't make me get buck in here)
[Verse 7]
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one-night scandal (And I'ma get buck in here)
Damn, lil' mama, know you fit my standards
You're the type that make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin that random
Hold up, bust that shit
Fuck that shit (Yo-yo-yo-yo)
[Verse 8]
It's yo' boy Lil Jon (Yeah)
Time to take this motherfucker to another level (Let's go)
Y'all ain't ready
[Verse 9]
Get yo' motherfuckin' hands up (Put 'em up, put 'em up)
Hey
A-get yo' motherfuckin' hands up (Put 'em up, put 'em up)
Hey
A-throw yo' motherfuckin' drinks up (Put 'em up, put 'em up)
Hey
A-throw yo' motherfuckin' drinks up (Put 'em up, put 'em up)
Now get buck in this bitch, (Get) buck in this bitch
(Get) Buck in this bitch, (Get) buck in this bitch
(Get) Crunk in this bitch, (Get) crunk in this bitch
(Get) Crunk in this bitch, (Get) crunk in this bitch
[Verse 10]
Hey (Hey)
Aye, yo, Felli, you a fool for that one, man
[Verse 11]
A-ha!
Written by: Akon, Christopher Bridges, J. Corrine, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, L. Watkins
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