(GIVE IT TO ME!)
{Jim Beanz, Jennifer collabo}
[Jennifer Hudson - Intro]
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Come check this out here
[Verse 1]
Lookin at my body, I betcha thinking 'bout it
Don't ya wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the
Only brother tryna get up under my skirt now
(Rockin all your hot sh** - stuntin)
(Thinkin that you're God's gift - to women)
More like a buzz in my ear
Please shoo, fly, don't bother me
[Pre-Hook]
I got my hair in a pony-tail, and they on me
Trust me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall, and I make 'em say
[Hook]
(Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-waaaaaah-oooh)
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
(Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-waaaaaah-oooh)
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
(Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-waaaaaah-oooh)
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
(Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-ahh-aah-oooh) - Da-da-da, don't make me
[Verse 2]
Tell yo' baby daddy he ain't holdin no weight
Cause he got cake and no knife
Ain't nobody cuttin
So cut it out, cut it out, alright
(So you don't know my face now - got it)
(Looking at me from the waist down - stop it!)
Said I'm a hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you feel better
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
(Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-ahh-aah-oooh) - Heeey, hey, get it y'all
[Bridge]
(Said you got a lotta nerve) lot of nerves
(Playin with my feelings boy)
(Do you always speak before you think?) Do you gotta?
(Lucky me, I know the game)
(I'ma flip my hair and walk away)
If you follow me, it's on and poppin {[Ludacris]: Is that right?}
Cause I'm think you gettin out of pocket {Okay}
Stop it! {LUDA!} 'Fore you make me, OHH-ooh
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Before I make you too what? Girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice but - ehh! You need some Luda on it
So find a mattress so we can start jukin' on it
Movin on it baby cause tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic, cause I rocks the mic - RIIIIIGHT!
It's 'Cris +Mindfreak+ in the back of the Rolls
I know magic - POOF! Do away with your clothes
Then c'mere and let Luda give that body a rub
Cause DAAAYUM lil' mama, you thick as a mug
Just how dem Southern boys like it
Hurry up and give me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my BAPES and yes you're invited
So we can make a wet scene
And win a Oscar, all up in your best +Dream+
Girl, I think you know you're driving me crazy
They +Jinglin Baby+ - go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants, girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's up under tha- (Don't make me hit you wit my pocketbook..)
Hahaha! Aw, you ain't gon' do NUTTIN
WHHO! (Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook)
Gon' head and do it then, hahahaaah! What?!
(Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook!)
LUDA!