[Intro]

(Tempo has reached critical level)

(Tempo has reached critical level)

[Intro 2: Timbaland]

Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce

Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce

Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce

Come here girl, come here girl, come here gi-ir-rl

[Verse 1: Timbaland]

Let me see them big titties

Don't be actin' sad-idy you're not pretty

Break bread if you wanna get with me

All I wanna do is dig up in them kidneys

Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business

'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley

I'm considered a boss, you can't get me

You ain't got enough paper to deal with me

Baby girl wanna two step with me

Turn around with her ass up against me

Roll along and got tipsy, hit it tonight, tomorrow you the mystery

All you haters on that ho shit miss me

I stay strapped, security don't frisk me

Fed it off 'til the motherfucker empty

I'll turn around and do the same shit next week, come on

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]

(Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups

(Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup

(Bounce) why you lookin' so sad, baby girl? You need to cheer up

(Bounce) I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you

It's you on me and me on you and you on her

And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me

And me on y'all and y'all on me

Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin' for

She just what I need, Black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho

I got a bungalow, we can disappear for a week or so

Yeah, I gotta stadium flow, Superbowl with it like I'm Dungy, yo

Oh, yes, congratulations, you run a millionaire invitation

Sorry I'm so demanding

You can save the dancing for back at the mansion

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem?

I kill me, just like you from the back, you'll see

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]

(Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups

(Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup

(Bounce) why you lookin' so sad, baby girl? You need to cheer up

(Bounce) I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you

It's you on me and me on you and you on her

And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me

And me on y'all and y'all on me

Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh

[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]

Hold up, hell naw, like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers

In the club I drink it up, goomp goomp, drink it up

Got Patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man?

I bet that I could make him love me, oooh

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Of this big ole butt, mmhmm, big ole butt

Thick legs, big ole jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck

Take 'em to the crib, yeah, we gon' fuck

You could call me a freak, I like to get BUCK, BUCK

And I don't have to do much to make him get it up

Sum Yung Ho, she worth two dollars

I'm worth more dollars than make up beauty parlors

I pop collars, ca-ca-ca-ca-collars

I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles

Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles

But like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]

(Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups

(Bounce)like we was ridin' in my pickup

(Bounce) why you lookin' so sad, baby girl? You need to cheer up

(Bounce) I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you

It's you on me and me on you and you on her

And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me

And me on y'all and y'all on me

Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh