Get Buck In Here (feat. Akon, Lil Jon, Ludacris & Diddy)

They call me Diddy

DJ Felli Fel

Testing one two three

Testing one two three, whoa

Check this out, listen to me, listen

It's shrinking, I'm piggy baby, but I just spotted you

Doing your thing, g-string, shoe-string point of view, hey

Lend me your body, you got me in a zone

Bet a million and a half past, I can make you explode

You don't wanna brave the cold, you wanna day at Combs'

I can take you on outer limits away from home

Where your bills pile

Mami' wilding for sure, in the middle of the club doing a rodeo show (Hey, hey)

The hoes seem steamy , wet dreamy

Invisible sets gleamy, incredible sex

You need me, ease me, please me, baby

I maybe am a little crazy, but in a way that they playa-page me

Don't make me get buck in here

Shawty 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 bucked in here

Damn, little mama, know you fit my standards

You're the type to make me grip that handle

Lift shots in the air, wasn't that random

While you make it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

You gotta shake that thing, shake that thing

While you make it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

Just shake that thing, shake that thing

Okay, Luda, let's go, she can make it clap like a standing ovation

Spin like my record at your radio station

Feel the sensation

I put it right there, they be like Luda

I be like, yeah (Let's go)

You like it like that, don't you baby

The flow's insane and the stroke is crazy

I stroke so good like Tiger Woods

Then I wow, like a tiger would

My livelihood is not Hollywood

I'm still south side Atlanta, that's a lively hood

A circus, big top like Ringling Brothers

If you wanna learn something

Bring your mother, 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 gonna do it again

Don't make me get buck in here

Shawty 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, little mama, know you fit my standards

You're the type to make me grip that handle

Flick shots in the air, wasn't that random

While you make it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

You gotta shake that thing, shake that thing

While you make it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

Just shake that thing, shake that thing

Listen, women lace 'em, G4 jet flyin'

Twist 'em crooked, cellphone number's private

Flip 'em, change 'em, prissy I'm bougie, the hood

Game 'em, taste 'em, trizzies I'm run 'em, I'm good

Leather or silk, I melt them all

Love 'em, leave 'em, give 'em hell for sure (Don't stop)

Tell 'em words, they minds are so deserved (Don't stop)

Or give them things they might prefer (Keep it going)

San Tropez or Mandarin, sweet massage oil

Pimp, game 'em, grants and Benz I charge 'em

Used to style 'em, now just Virgin Isle 'em, now, Karma Sutra freaky and leave 'em smilin'

Don't make me get buck in here

Shawty 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, little mama, know you fit my standards

You're the type to make me grip that handle

Flick shots in the air, wasn't that random

Hold up, hold up, hold up, it's your boy Lil' John, right

They tryna take this thing to another level

Let's go, haha!

Let's go, let me see you get your hands up

Hey, let me see you get your hands up, hey

Let me see you put your drinks up

Hey, let me see you put your drinks up

Now get buck in this ****, get buck in this ****

Get buck in this ****, get buck in this ****

Get buck in this ****, get buck in this ****

Get buck in this ****, get buck in this ****

Hey, hey

Hey yo, Fel, you a fool for that one, man