[Intro: Ludacris & Shawnna]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now

[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard line

While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree

And if you like in the club, we can do it

In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P

Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop

Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock

We go-bots and robots, so they got to wait 'til the show stop

Or how about on the beach with black sand?

Lick up your thigh, then call me "the Pac-Man"

Tabletop or just give me a lap dance

The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands

That man named Ludacris (Woo!), in the public bathroom or in back of the classroom

How ever you want it, Lova Lova gonna tap that ass soon

See I cast 'em and I passed 'em, get a tight grip and I grasp 'em

I flash 'em and outlast 'em and if it ain't good, then I trash 'em

While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free and they tell me what's they fantasy

Like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me

[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

I wanna get you in the bathtub with the candles lit, you give it up 'til they go out

Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'cause you know it got sold out

A red carpet dick, it just roll out, go ahead and scream, you can't hold out

We can do it in the pourin' rain, runnin' the train when it's hot or when it's cold out

How about in the library on top of books? But you can't be too loud

You wanna make a brother beg for it, give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud

We can do it in the White House

Try to make them turn the lights out

Champagne with my campaign, let me do the damn thang

What's my name? What's my name? What's my name?

The sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie

You can scratch my back and rule me, you can push me and just pull me

On hay in the middle of the barn (woo), rose petals on the silk sheets, uh

Eating fresh fruit, sweep your woman right off her feet

[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up

That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up

Fog alert, rip the pants and rip the shirt

Rough sex, make it hurt in the garden all in the dirt

Roll around Georgia Brown, that's the way that I like it twerked

Legs jerk, overworked

Underpaid, but don't be afraid

In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my Escalade

Maybe your girl and my friend can trade, tag team, off the ropes

On the ocean or in the boat, factories or on hundred spokes

What about up in the candy store? That chocolate, chocolate, make it melt

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt

Scream "Help," play my game, Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs

Horseback and I'll get my reins, school teacher, let me get my brains

[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'

Then I wanna, "Ah, ah," you make it so good, I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?