Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's big pimpin' baby It's big pimpin', spendin' G's Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I
Course I love you, I love all y'all fo' real I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love
shade reminiscin On how I fuck the best a shit Specially when Im flippin Baileys Dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi
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Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Every time I think about the Way you feel I get excited
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh
I keep you fresher than the next chick No need for you to ever sweat the next chick With speed, I make the best chick see the exit, indeed You gotta know
telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
nigga Jigga) R O, R O C, niggaz, R O (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) R O C, niggaz, R O, whoo (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) R O C, niggaz (Jay-Z)
