Andrew Coleman - Ain't No Doubt About It lyrics

[Hook: Justin Timberlake & Pharrell] I just wanna touch ya girl, the way you move Oh, you make me love you girl, cause lady you cool That's the way, you can move it baby Tell your girls, to come join our table Don't you worry, just keep movin boo Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you Ain't no doubt about it girl, the way you move Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool [Verse 1] G-A-M-E, drop top Bent-a-ley Gucci belt buckle fresh out of Italy I'm a baller, literally Haters are swine flu, you're k**ing me I'm looking down on you from where the ceiling be Me and my n***as swarm on you like the k**er bees My chick riding shotgun, Billie Jean Half Belizian, half from the Phillipines n***as energy, is like they got the heaves Sick of me think they wanna nine milly me But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat My bullets sing like their registered to ASCAP Need I say more out in Singapore Everything I do exotic I don't need to bring a broad Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards You want it I done it five million on tour, offshore [Hook] [Verse 2] Ayo Pharrell, I'm ri-ri-diculous, so-so sick with it You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes Come through in a 'rarri same color as licorice If I ain't with her my b**h like "this my n***a's sh**" Haters beware, I can see clear Through the lens on these black Louis V's yeah Something 'bout Mary, make me wanna blow up And P got the 'disiac for me when I show up Whip game crazy I call it all kinda You a big fish to swim the piranhas Used to call me "Dope Game" when I copped from Jose Now I play the Roosevelt and I cop Rose (n***as be like yo you lease that? No way) California Slim license plate St. Tropez Eat at a table full of toupees, lobsters Been a mobster since the two-way holla [Hook]