Top Songs By Timbaland
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Timbaland
Remix-Techniker:in
Magoo
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chevon Young
Komponist:in
Melvin Barcliff
Komponist:in
Timothy Mosley
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Timbaland
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
C'mon girl, I was just playin' with you
[Verse 2]
You would not believe
What's goin down right now
Holla
You would not believe
What's about to go down right now
[Verse 3]
Guess who's back? It's your favorite man
Thomas Crown, A.K.A. freaky Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the promotion van
Mamis better not speak unless I say they can
Hon, what you know about this guy?
I've been hittin' girls back since 'Cooley High'
Groovy right, what y'all girls doin tonight?
Bumble bee, let's hum right on this flight
[Verse 4]
Hum on a flight? ****, you 'fraid of heights
Ms. Jade have you whinin' by the end of the night
Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they neck
You heard me black? Squeaky-ass Cadillac
I owe you one, you fucking run it on me back
Got Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' front
I'm the number one spinner, what-wha-wha-what?
[Verse 5]
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you in time
[Verse 6]
IV of penicillin keepin' my jimmy chillin
What more can I say? Top billin'
**** got to feelin' I'm wack and I fell off
Said bird is the word, is Charmin and Mag's off?
Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game?
Got hoes in each town wanna screw me for fame
But I get 'em for they cash, smokin' up all they hash
Treat 'em like garbage, leavin' 'em in the trash
[Verse 7]
Mag, I reckon you right, but it's my fucking night
X5, Beam truck, high as a kite
Powder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bite
Pet ****, make they asses ride the back of my bike
Pay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffin'
See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin'
In time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile, motherfucker, better holla back
[Verse 8]
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you in time
[Verse 9]
Come on ma, I seen you starin' when I hit the door
You ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yours
I'm like Big, got the Maximas and Acuras
Trust me sweets, butt cheeks I be smackin' up
And that shit's for sure
What I really wanna say is, "Get your coat, lets go"
You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine
I'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time
[Verse 10]
Lie for what? Never been that type of chick
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
Then flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker, you ain't know? I'm a female pimp
Cancun trips, ridin' all the latest whips
With a Corona in the holder, I'm the latest bitch
Yup, you could call me the greatest wench
Yup, linked up with the greatest clique
[Verse 11]
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you in time
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you in time
Written by: C. Pka Jade Young, Chevon Young, Melvin Barcliff, Skillz, Timothy Mosley