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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Vocals
USHER
Vocals
R.O.C.
Vocals
Boo
Vocals
Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Bryan-Michael Cox
Songwriter
Rahman Griffin
Songwriter
Mwata Mitchell
Songwriter
Sabrian Sledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
Bryan-Michael Cox
Co-Producer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
John Horesco IV
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Frye
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Ay ma, could we talk about you hopin' the flight
No moonwalkin', good to see Gotti, they droppin' the price
Now look at miss hotty, rockin' the ice
Used to be rockin' the Nike's, now it's Prada for life
I'm in the ATL club and wit crazy hoes
Most of 'em hot, but most of 'em J.D. hoes
Ay ma, I wanna know what's poppin'
I'm tryna give you this cock from Rockland's hot man
Shorty is tryna talk too much
I might say slick shit just to toss you up
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me how you movin' them lips
I'ma show you how I move in the six, I gotta sweet top, floor to twist
We could fuck all night, 'til this young nigga bruise them hips, c'mon
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner by the end of the night
I gotta get some
If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is
I gotta get some
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it
I gotta get some
Listen, uh, It ain't me if I don't hit the spot and drop paper
It's in my nature, the one to fuckin' not date ya
See some niggas got the game in a twist
Lettin' hoes come over eat, drink, and split shit
Not me, first date, first night
I'm knockin' bitches out like if my name was Rocky
Got me, fucked up, if y'all think I'm gone
Drink all day and I take you home
You see I only like the women who be dressed right
In my S tight, I think I just might
Pimp her, before I dig her
Never meant no pretender Jersey representer
Give her, gray gooses, buttons unloosen
Touch, and seducin', ecstasy and ducin'
The Coupe and she'll never see the crib
Now ain't it good that my Benz seats foldin', uh
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner by the end of the night
I gotta get some
If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is
I gotta get some
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it
I gotta get some
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner by the end of the night
I gotta get some
If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is
I gotta get some
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it
I gotta get some
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Mwata Mitchell, Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Rahman Muhammad Griffin, Sabrien Sledge
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