Track byLudacris
[Chorus: Flo Rida] (Ester Dean) I know you got a man, man, man But tell me what your man, man, man Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (I know you got a girl, girl, girl) (But tell me what your girl, girl, girl) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) [Ludacris] Hahaha, listen I know you got a man but your man ain't Luda (Luda) So please don't let him fool ya cause the nigga don't really know how to do ya Who's your daddy rollin all up in the Caddy sunroof top with the diamond in the back? (back) Comin to get some of the bomb in the sack like a bomb in Iraq, I'ma come and attack every inch, of yo' body after the af-terparty And then on to the hotel lobby ridin me like a Ducati Faster than a, Bugatti I'm like, whoa kemosabe Good golly shawty a freak, well she been practicin Pilates (woo! ) I'm probably just trippin, tongue sk-skippin like the track, broke But if she think I'm frontin just wait 'til she see my backstroke (hah!) I'll be yo' side piece, but what's our future plans? Cause I be on ya like DAAAAMN! [Chorus] [Flo Rida] Hey, okay okay So that's yo' mans and dem, damn I ain't tellin you to cancel him Damn d-do yo' thang, look shawty I gotta respect yo' antonym Damn d-dere yo' boyfriend, I just wanna be yo' toy friend Yo' other other man, not yo' l-l-lover man, a undercover man How many rubberbands it would take for you lil' mama to be apart of my plan? What do you need in advance? I can see both of us showin in France I got the back of yo' thong in my hand, Louis Vuitton, no more Donna Karan Couple of stacks, s-so what is you sayin? Like Denzel Washington, "My man" I don't wanna hear no mo'-mo' 'bout him, what he gotta do with me? You a grown-ass woman, I'm a grown-ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bees Hold up shawty let's conversate, conjugate, constipate Get stuck on each other, you comin up out of yo' lingerie Hey, I know you got a man [Chorus] [Ludacris] Not a, not a, not a damn thang He wouldn't know what to do if he tried and I ain't hatin You need some room to breathe and I could be yo' ventilation You need a lil' love and just a lil' stimulation A hug, a lil' kiss and then a lil' penetration Give it to you like you never had it befo' and you ain't never gonna think about his ass again Lips, hips, eyes, thighs, yeah I'm gonna have to give that ass a ten And they can get a five, even though one of 'em kinda fine But ain't none of 'em got nothin on you, you So let's go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine Later on tell me what we gon' do, do We gon' bump and we gon' grind, so good it should be a crime And next time tell yo' friends to come too, too (woo!) [Chorus]