TEMPO HAS REACHED CRITICAL LEVEL BRING BREAD IF YOU WANNA GET WITH ME ALL I WANNA DO IS DICK UP IN THEM KIDNEYS TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND HE BETTER MIND HIS BUSINESS BEFORE HE GET UP IN THE TRUNK OF MY BUILDING I'M A SON OF A BOSS, HE CAN'T HIT ME HE AIN'T GOT ON THE PAPER TO DEAL WITH ME BABY GIRL, I WANT A TWO-STEP WITH ME TURN AROUND, PUT THE ASS UP AGAINST ME ROLL THE MAMA'S, I GOT TEN CENT HIT IT TONIGHT, TOMORROW YOU IN HISTORY ALL YOU HATERS WITH THAT WHOLE *** MISS ME I STAY SCRAP, SECURITY DON'T FREEZE ME SEND IT OFF TO THIS MOTHERFUCKER EMPTY I TURN AROUND, DO THE SAME *** NEXT WEEK, COME ON Ooh, there she go Just what the doc's been looking for She just what I need Like a Chinese, like some young ho I got a bungalow, you can disappear for a week or so I got a stadium flow Super Bowl with it like I'm Danger, yo Yes, congratulations Wanted me to get an invitation Sorry I'm so demanding, you can see the dancing From back at the mansion, and ain't this money handsome Ain't that a panty anthem I kill me, just like you from the back, you'll see Bounce Like your ass had the hiccups Bounce Like we was riding in my pickup Bounce Why you think it's so sad, baby girl, you need to chill up Bounce I got the real deal, it's you on me, then me on you Then you on me, then me on you Then you on her Then her on me, then her on you Then y'all on me Then we on y'all, then y'all on me And I say to her And I say to her Hold up, hell no, like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers In the club, I drink it up Drink it up Got Patron sippin' in my cup That's your man, I bet I can make him lose When he sees the jugs, he wanna rush And get a quick touch of the big ol' butt Big ol' butt Thick legs, big ol' jugs Legs thick like ribs on a truck Take me to the crib, yup, we gon' *** When you call me a freak, I like to get it Some young ho, she worth two dollars I'm worth more dollars than making beauty parlors I pop collars, c-c-c-collars I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles And like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow Like your ass had the hiccups Like we was riding in my pickup Why you feel so sad, baby girl? You need to chill up I got the real deal, it's you on me, then me on you Then you on me, then me on you Then you on her Then her on me, then her on you Then me on you, then you on her Then her on me, then her on you Then y'all on me Then me on y'all, then y'all on me When I say twerk When I say twerk When I say twerk