*featuring Missy Elliott, P. Diddy
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[Intro - Missy Elliott - talking]
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Oh (what you got player)
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Oh (ah, uh)
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Oh (ah, uh huh)
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Hey yo Loon
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Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit
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I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think
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when a nigga got some cheddar
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Girls be like (A LOON)!
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Take that, get money, cars, player
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That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah)
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For her and some friends
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You need to be careful playboy
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You fine as shit, but um
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These chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okay
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Pump the cheap talk, I'ma just let the beat knock
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What you got
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[Verse 1 - Loon]
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Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me
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And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy
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It's a shame you don't hear me though
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And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo
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I get paid just to spit the flow
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And I can't even explain when I get at yo
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You know how long I've been gettin dough?
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Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay)
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Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay
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I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo)
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Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day
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And my mind is right, if you ain't about no money, better find a life, aight
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[Chorus - Missy Elliott - w/ ad libs]
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(Hey Woo)
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Boy that's what them hoes say
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When they tell that money in your pocket, okay
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(Hey Woo)
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They be like (woo)
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Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon)
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(Woo)
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Baby that's what them chicks say
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When they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane
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(Woo)
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They be like (woo)
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Now who that there?
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([Female voice:] Oh girl, that's Loon)
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[Verse 2 - Loon]
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Uh, check it out yo, check it out now
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Why's you all on me, friends is all on me
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Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me
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Tried to split but the chick keep callin me
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Cause I be everything a baller be
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Please believe me, my team is cheesy
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Please be easy, me and Pee Wee easily
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Like 'em red bone, short and sleezy
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Get my second cup, start talkin greezy
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We come consistent, young, relentless
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No resistance, girls run from distance
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When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan
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And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin
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This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and
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They silk on, that non new trenches and
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High heel stilettos, I feel so ghetto
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But switch to soft, couldn't get them off me
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 3 - P. Diddy]
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Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy
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They call me Diddy
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Yo when I come in the club I go hard
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All black shapar, girls all on me like German shapar
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Latest fashion from Hermain and tar
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When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star?
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P.D. back up for par Dolce jar
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Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar
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Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh)
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V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right)
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Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor
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Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders
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Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender
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Flow like August, with arms like December
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Twelve years playboy got more to remember
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Been bounce back since that fall on a ninja
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Ladies wanna see me fall and just timber
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Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Outro - Missy Elliott - talking]
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C'mon
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Okay, you found me player
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You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo)
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Haha, you got that paper nigga
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Hey Woo
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Loon |