[Chorus: Ginuwine]

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

[Verse 1: Hurricane Chris]

Heard it's gon be trouble, if you keep [?]

Yeah I got a box of magnoms, let me see you throw it back

See my Lamborgini, that's 2060 stacks

[?] get you on your back

Sexy as she wanna be, [?] dressed in black

Drop it low and bring it back, to the top, I'm killing that

Nobody [?] cause Hurricane whippin that

Do her like she never had it, [?]

Sexy, thick pretty, yeah she [?]

[?] think Imma take a bite of that

I want you to sit in my lap, and tell me your favorite position

In the showеr, from the back, [?] in the kitchen

[?] hands on thе stove, while I make your body moan

[?] while we get our drink on

We do it like a professional, girl, you dealing with [?]

It's the remix, Hurricane and Ginuwine back

[Chorus: Ginuwine]

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Gucci!

Big trouble, girl, have fun

Only rule, ain't none

If there was, I would've broke it, girl, your ass is danger

I'm loaded like my handgun

VIP, we dancing

Got a man, [?] tell your boyfriend spend some

Yeah I like [?]

[?]

Gucci Mane the trouble man, oh that's who you scared of?

Call me when you're fed up

Imma fill your head up

No need [?]

I'll let you wet my bed up

Yep, hit the elevator, then go to the [?]

I'll fuck you with my [?], I smash you on [?]

And when I'm in your town, come to my show [?] trouble

[?] and now you [?] solo

Gucci!

[Chorus: Ginuwine]

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]

Trouble, trouble, trouble

Oo it's gon be trouble

Baby standing by herself, [?] like a [?]

[?] she like that [?]

[?]

Prada shoe walking

You freaky like Madonna

Back it up and dump it on me, like I am a dumpster

[?] ice [?], your boyfriend a buster

Three diamond chains on, looking like Busta

Come and ride this pony, [?] flying [?]

Bae I got that gualla, [?] water

Give your ass the world, get you right out that Honda

Girl you know I'm joking, my pockets like [?]

Young Juiceman, and I'm raining like [?]

[Chorus: Ginuwine]

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble

It's gon be

Trouble, trouble, trouble