Timbaland - Show Dat Bra lyrics

[Verse 1 – Attitude] Yeah, she exotic, she got cla** and a lot of a** It’s hypnotic the smell of Kush and a lot of Cash If we could blow it all, baby help me throw it all Yeah, you can bring your friends, I’mma get to know em all I ain’t talking code but I’m trying to try em all Looking for the right fit like I’m in the mall Like you little cutey with the long hair Oh she your best friend cool you can both share Me and Timbaland got a ?? the club packed Say little momma you got it all, I love that! Don’t go falling in love, baby I’m a baller Hit it from the back on the floor, you’re my rug rat Then she taking a shot up on the ?? I done had four You got a couple friends with you, I wish you had more! Cause once I reel em in get em in my condo I make that a** come can’t let that a** go [Chorus] Blow up that cash, put up that gla** Baby I know you’re hot But show dat bra! With that plan let’s have a lot of fun Cause your boy, he knows how to ball Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off I’mma get you girls a cab You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all! [Verse 2 – Bran’Nu] I ain’t trying to get in your car and party hard I’m a star, let’s get it straight before you start it off! Hands off, till you give me the keys to the loft And put a ring on it before I take it off! This ain’t a game I’ve been the boss And now for keeping it popping just like my lip gloss I’m here to floss, I’m here to set it off And I’ll be having you up and down like a seesaw And what I rock, ain’t all I got And I don’t really care what you got unless you got a yacht Then step it up a notch you better hit the spot And make me so hot as if I’m taking shots And I’m the cream of the mutherf**ing crop If you can catch me in the top slot slot You might see me in the Bentley drop top With Southern Caly as my backdrop [Chorus] Blow up that cash, put up that gla** Baby I know you’re hot But show dat bra! With that plan let’s have a lot of fun Cause your boy, he knows how to ball Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off I’mma get you girls a cab You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all! [Verse 3 – Timbaland] She anticipating, she want it, and she want it bad I’m contemplating how to make it happen quick and fast Timbaland don’t worry now, I know you heard my song And so tonight is going down, I’m trying to see your thongs Lil momma nice and thick and she know that I’m the sh** She knows that when the club close out who she coming with One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight All o yall can fit in its a Mayback baby Layback all o yall can get it! I’m a freak hoping that you a freak too Well girl this ain’t enough I need to Take off that Gucci and the Louis, no you’re not a groupie But do me like you know me tape it, we can make a movie! I know you like it, don’t you? She need a bodyguard She look delicious, everybody part I lick hard! Hey listen baby, I ain’t trying to break nobody heart But it’s the end of the night thats when the party start [Chorus] Blow up that cash, put up that gla** Baby I know you’re hot But show dat bra! With that plan let’s have a lot of fun Cause your boy, he knows how to ball Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off I’mma get you girls a cab You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!