Trigga!
Your boy Juicy J, yeah!
Y'all know what it is!
Better hide your girl, mane, we lookin for her.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I ain't the type of nigga thinkin' ‘bout relationships,
I be on that late night shit.
They goin' crazy for the DJ when he play the shit,
They be on that late night shit.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four,
Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy,
If you ain't the type of bitch talkin' ‘bout relationships,
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit.
On that late night shit, on that late night shit,
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit.
We on that, on that late night shit,
We on that, on that late night shit,
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit.
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Is this all for me? It's finna be a great night,
Lotta fish in the sea, I'm feelin' like a great white.
Girl, you got a face like oh, oh!
Might wanna see you in the daytime, oh, oh!
If the money don't sleep, I ain't tryna close my eyes for a second,
You come first, I come second.
‘Bout to give you this blessing, finna teach you this lesson,
Get you outta that dress, and I don't know nothing ‘bout affection.
Whassup? If you wanna spend some time,
Baby, you know when the club is over,
Imma let you know ahead of time,
Baby, I…
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Tell ‘em, Trey!
Let's go!
All my dawgs, so gon' let a dawg bone
One night stand, you wake up, I'm long gone.
Girl, quit playin, Juicy J can't be your man,
No discussion, bitch, fiddlin, fuckin, then toss you with the bands.
She ratchet, Dirty Diana, doin anythin' to get on that camera,
Straight shot tryna to get her Instagram up,
On the Internet gettin niggas jammed up.
Know your type, the only thing I'm spendin witcha is the night,
Turn you on it, and if the face looking right, I might hit it twice.
Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back,
Might as well work, at least the way she give me cap.
She throwin that like a quarterback
Call me Warren Sapp, I tackle that,
Hit me when I'm in your town, Imma smashin that.
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Hit a nigga up if you ‘bout that life,
Let's get fucked up, yeah, bring your girls.
Endin' up on that tub, but for now we on this club,
My hands all on your butt, you grabbin' all on my what?
She can say, she can say, baby let ‘em talk about it,
You know, like I know that they don't know about us,
You know, like I know you wanna give me all love,
You know, like I know so, baby, tell me what's up?
Whassup? If you wanna spend some time,
Baby, you know when the club is over,
Imma let you know ahead of time.
Baby, I…
[Chorus]