[Verse 1 - Attitude]

Yeah, she exotic, she got class and a lot of ass

It's hypnotic the smell of Kush and a lot of Cash

If we could blow it all, baby help me throw it all

Yeah, you can bring your friends, I'mma get to know em all

I ain't talking code but I'm trying to try em all

Looking for the right fit like I'm in the mall

Like you little cutey with the long hair

Oh she your best friend cool you can both share

Me and Timbaland got a ?? the club packed

Say little momma you got it all, I love that!

Don't go falling in love, baby I'm a baller

Hit it from the back on the floor, you're my rug rat

Then she taking a shot up on the ?? I done had four

You got a couple friends with you, I wish you had more!

Cause once I reel em in get em in my condo

I make that ass come can't let that ass go

[Chorus]

Blow up that cash, put up that glass

Baby I know you're hot

But show dat bra!

With that plan let's have a lot of fun

Cause your boy, he knows how to ball

Don't worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off

Don't worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off

I'mma get you girls a cab

You get in my car cause I'm gonna do all y'all!

[Verse 2 - Bran'Nu]

I ain't trying to get in your car and party hard

I'm a star, let's get it straight before you start it off!

Hands off, till you give me the keys to the loft

And put a ring on it before I take it off!

This ain't a game I've been the boss

And now for keeping it popping just like my lip gloss

I'm here to floss, I'm here to set it off

And I'll be having you up and down like a seesaw

And what I rock, ain't all I got

And I don't really care what you got unless you got a yacht

Then step it up a notch you better hit the spot

And make me so hot as if I'm taking shots

And I'm the cream of the mutherfucking crop

If you can catch me in the top slot slot

You might see me in the Bentley drop top

With Southern Caly as my backdrop

[Chorus]

Blow up that cash, put up that glass

Baby I know you're hot

But show dat bra!

With that plan let's have a lot of fun

Cause your boy, he knows how to ball

Don't worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off

Don't worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off

I'mma get you girls a cab

You get in my car cause I'm gonna do all y'all!

[Verse 3 - Timbaland]

She anticipating, she want it, and she want it bad

I'm contemplating how to make it happen quick and fast

Timbaland don't worry now, I know you heard my song

And so tonight is going down, I'm trying to see your thongs

Lil momma nice and thick and she know that I'm the shit

She knows that when the club close out who she coming with

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

All o yall can fit in its a Mayback baby

Layback all o yall can get it!

I'm a freak hoping that you a freak too

Well girl this ain't enough I need to

Take off that Gucci and the Louis, no you're not a groupie

But do me like you know me tape it, we can make a movie!

I know you like it, don't you? She need a bodyguard

She look delicious, everybody part I lick hard!

Hey listen baby, I ain't trying to break nobody heart

But it's the end of the night thats when the party start

[Chorus]

Blow up that cash, put up that glass

Baby I know you're hot

But show dat bra!

With that plan let's have a lot of fun

Cause your boy, he knows how to ball

Don't worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off

Don't worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off

I'mma get you girls a cab

You get in my car cause I'm gonna do all y'all!