[Intro: Boobonic & Mr. Man]

You can turn the mic down a lil' bit (C'mon)

M-R dot M-A-N (Yeah, yeah, see)

B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (We need all chicks to hit the floor, c'mon)

M-R dot M-A-N (Uh, yeah, c'mon, yeah)

B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (We need all chicks to hit the floor, c'mon)

M-R dot M-A-N (Uh, yeah, c'mon, yeah)

B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, yeah)

M-R dot M-A-N (Hit the floor, hit the floor)

B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (Hit the floor, c'mon)

[Verse 1: Boobonic]

Excuse me, bitch, what's your name?

Couple dollars ain't it, so what's your game?

Known fact 'cause I'm gettin' cash

Don't dance face to face, bitch, gimme the ass

I'll help you out if you had a long day

Dick like good advice, it can go a long way

Front, 'cause I knocked y'all down

I should remodel homes, I knock walls down

I'm with all that shit, y'all

Talk about, oh, what I don't hit raw

Nah, hit the floor like a bank hold up

Have I ever loved a chick? Lemme think, hold up

No, I'm all about the dough

And you shouldn't give a fuck if it's not your ho

Oh, that hatin' shit you did, ain't done us

Playas and we get more head then new hundreds

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

Please don't mind how I pursue

Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do

Let's get high, sit for a few

Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you

[Verse 2: Mr. Man]

Yo, let me tell you how I pursue

Spit game in they ear and it's proper, too

Say we stayin' at the Fontainebleau

I'ma ball every day, spend a grand or two (Psyche)

Hit the beach, forget the sheets

Get it down right there, chick, touch your feet

Look, bro, that's so much game

Y'all think y'all know my aim

That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame

And it ain't got no change

Chick, listen up, want dick or what?

Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up

Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get

Hit for free, then Boo gon' hit

No, they not like M-R dot

I hit, touch base and ball like White Sox

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

Please don't mind how I pursue

Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do

Let's get high, sit for a few

Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you

Please don't mind how I pursue

Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do

Let's get high, sit for a few

Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you

[Verse 3: Boobonic & Mr. man]

Look around, dawg, what you see, nigga?

Whole lotta model bitches, then me, nigga

Me and Dot in a drop and it's pearl

With jewels so sick make niggas wanna hurl

Do it look like I care that's your girl?

She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way thorough

You talkin' shit, don't concern her

As far as fuckin' go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner

I send 'em home in the cab to tell

I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (Plus)

You jel' everywhere it at (And)

Got ice in your bezzie, where it at?

Y'all dudes is strictly losers

We 'gone blow like lightbulbs and fuses

Tell your man he better slow his roll

Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

Please don't mind how I pursue

Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do

Let's get high, sit for a few

Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you

Please don't mind how I pursue

Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do

Let's get high, sit for a few

Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you