[Lloyd: Intro]
Them girls like them bad boys
Them girls like them bad boys
I heard them girls like them bad boys
[Lloyd: Hook]
(It's like) shhhh... be quiet
Cuz your body talks louder when your silent
Gotcha eyes sayin' yes, your mouth saying more
Girl you like what I do?
Come here let me guide you
Oohhh
So take it off...
Yeaahhh
Now take it off...
Oooohhooohhhh
We takin' off...yeeaauuhhh
Girl I'm about to break you off...yeaahh
[Verse 1: Lloyd]
First things first I wanna see you take them clothes off
Second, I'mma get it, got it, good, tear your clothes off
Tappin' on your shoulder round three when it goes down
You ain't gotta say a word, zip it up I'll zip you down
Quarter past one, about to take her to the hide out
Take her to the bed goin' deep like a wide out
We about to ride out, I'mma bring the fight out...
Lloyd Mayweather girl I'mma put your lights out
[Lloyd: Hook]
(It's like) shhhh... be quiet
Cuz your body talks louder when your silent
Gotcha eyes sayin yes, your mouth saying more
Girl you like what I do?
Come here let me guide you
Oohhh
So take it off...
Yeaahhh
Now take it off...
Oooohhooohhhh
We takin' off...yeeaauuhhh
Girl I'm about to break you off...yeaahh
[Verse 2: J Holiday]
Come and hit that door lock
Let me massage your spot
Lose your dress, want me to stop?
No. Stop? Nooo
Listen shawty shut up sit back and let me do my thing I'm
Gonna touch ya...
I'm gonna make you scream
I'mma let u have it
Let me be yo' habit
Say go, go, go, go get it
Sign my name all on that thing girl
Dont shy away lets fly away
Sincerely this is Holiday
[Lloyd: Hook]
(It's like) shhhh... be quiet
Cuz your body talks louder when your silent
Gotcha eyes sayin yes, your mouth saying more
Girl you like what I do?
Come here let me guide you
Oohhh
So take it off...
Yeaahhh
Now take it off...
Oooohhooohhhh
We takin' off...yeeaauuhhh
Girl I'm about to break you off...yeaahh
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
You need a feature daddy?
Give me peter pan
When I hit the club, it will be me
And my conceited friend
Been signing autographs
Since like a quarter past
I'm in the hallway
Don't need no hall pass
If I eat it then everbody gonna order that
Everything I do these bitches wishin' they'd have thought of that
I'm an indian giver
I want the quarterback
If hip hop was dead
Bitch, I just brought her back
Take it to the off
I'mma take it take it off
I'mma take it to the club
Then we take it to the loft
I'mma take it to my niggas
I'mma take it to the boss
I'mma jiggle it jiggle it
Make it so soft
I'ma put it in your face
I'ma put it in your braids
Way I make it pop, he gon' put me in his faves
Make it rain, it’s a 10,000 dollar day
Pop it like champaigne on a holiday
[Lloyd: Hook]
(It's like) shhhh... be quiet
Cuz your body talks louder when your silent
Gotcha eyes sayin yes, your mouth saying more
Girl you like what I do?
Come here let me guide you
Oohhh
So take it off...
Yeaahhh
Now take it off...
Oooohhooohhhh
We takin' off...yeeaauuhhh
Girl I'm about to break you off...yeaahh