Top Songs By Fat Joe
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Performer
Tony Sunshine
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Lyons
Songwriter
E. Lumpkin
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
J. Eaddy
Songwriter
L. Gates
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
J Cartegena
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Dekorte
Assistant Engineer
Toshikazu Yoshioka
Assistant Engineer
Pablo Arraya
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob "Reef" Tewlow
Associate Producer
Armageddon
Executive Producer
Fatjoe
Executive Producer
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer
Precison
Producer
Christian Delator
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Baby, if you with it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin', girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash, dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby 'cause
[Verse 2]
Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fly women, they out to fuck tonight
My ****, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
[Verse 3]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceilin', booty streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but, know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feelin' like the Don Juan, when you caress my chin
Shorty, come a little closer while the record spin
I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it again
[Verse 4]
Baby, if you with it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin', girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash, dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby 'cause
[Verse 5]
Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fly women, they out to fuck tonight
My ****, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
[Verse 6]
Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
It's like we got our own little private party goin' on
And the scene just changed into shores of San Juan
It's so intimate, we so into it
Such a tender thing but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' 'cause I'ma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes
Not for nothin' hun, the sex was great
But you know you got to go, I got checks to chase, next
[Verse 7]
Baby, if you with it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin', girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash, dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby 'cause
[Verse 8]
Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fly women, they out to fuck tonight
My ****, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
[Verse 9]
If you with it, grab your friends, follow Joe and me
'Cause it's on, it's on
Got the Hen', got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Verse 10]
If you with it, grab your friends, follow Joe and me
'Cause it's on, it's on
Got the Hen', got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Verse 11]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your glass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat
Mami, your body like Mallory, a Natural Born Killer
She like, they got money but ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll with us, pretty much stick with us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it till you bust
[Verse 12]
Baby, if you with it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin', girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash, dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby 'cause
[Verse 13]
Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fly women, they out to fuck tonight
My ****, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
Written by: A. Lyons, E. Lumpkin, J Cartegena, J. Eaddy, Joseph Cartagena, L. Gates, Marcello Valenzano