(Feat. Ms. Jade)

(Timbaland scratches throughout)

(Intro: Pastor Troy)
Ha-ha, [bad word] here girl
Ha-ha, [bad word] here girl
Ha-ha, [bad word] here girl
Ha-ha, ha-ha
 [bad word] 
(PT:) Oooooooh
(CJ:) Baby what's your name?
(PT:) Oooooooh
(CJ:) Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans?
(PT:)  [bad word] naw!) Oooooooh
(CJ:) I heard you was from Atlanta
(PT:) Oooooooh
(CJ:) But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know
Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?!
(PT:) Oooooooh, [bad word] yea, yeah yeah yea
Oooooooh
She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight

(Verse 1 - Pastor Troy)
Yeah, Friday night (yeah)
Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah)
Got a [bad word] smellin fresh as a rose
Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!)
Sharp as a knife, and this is the life
Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that?
Let a [bad word] see that [bad word] crack, where you at? (uh)
The dance flo' (yeah) that's my [bad word] (yeah)
Baby girl let ya hair down
Show a [bad word] what you workin wit, twerkin wit
I ammm low-key
You don't wanna leave? (c'mon baby)
You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon)
Let you caress my feet, huh
Now what you wanna know?
 [bad word] 

(Verse 2 - Pastor Troy)
Off the chain! [bad word]  [bad word] boo
Where ya been all my lifetime?
Let me [bad word] ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz
Saturday morn'  [bad word] ) [bad word] I'm weak
Knew whassup when you came to the room
Talkin about gettin some sleep
She's the, [bad word]  shorty got loose
Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute
 [bad word] 

(Verse 3 - Ms. Jade)
What you talkin?
I, bring heat when it's hawkin
Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand
I'm weighing kilos and grams the [bad word] wit the upper-hand
I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest [bad word] the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh)
Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin
It's all about the timin; I, really like Vice Versa
But, tonight's much worser, and um
Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men
Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's
Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy
In a, split second I'm answerin all questions
You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress
And so tell me
 [bad word] - repeat to fade)