Timbaland - Bounce lyrics

Bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce Come here girl, come here girl, come here gi- ir- rl [Timberlake] Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty Break bread if you wanna get with me, all I wanna do is dig up in them kidneys Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business for he end up in the trunk of my Bentley I'm considered a boss you can't get me, you ain't got enough paper to deal with me Babygirl wanna two step wit me turn around wit her a** up against me Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery All you haters on that ho sh** miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me Fed it off til the motherf**er empty, I'll turn around and do the same sh** next week Come on [Timberlake] (Bounce) like your a** had the hiccups (Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup (Bounce) why you lookin' so sad babygirl you need to cheer up (Bounce) I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you It's you on me and me on you and you on her And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me And me on y'all and y'all on me menage a trois, ménage à trois ahh uhh [Dr. Dre] There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for She just what I need, lookin Chinese like ~Sum Yung Ho~ I gotta bungalo we can disappear for a week or so Yeah, I gotta stadium flow Superbowl with it like I'm Dungy yo Oh, yes, congratulations you run a millionaire invitation Sorry I'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem I k** me just like you from the back you'll see [Timberlake] (Bounce) like your a** had the hiccups (Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup (Bounce) why you lookin' so sad babygirl you need to cheer up (Bounce) I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you It's you on me and me on you and you on her And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me And me on y'all and y'all on me menage a trois, ménage à trois ahh uhh [Missy Elliott] Hold up, hell naw like Britney Spears I wear no drawls In the club I drink it up, goomp goomp drink it up Got Patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man Bet that I could make him love me oooh When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch Of this big ole bu*t, mmmhmmm big ole bu*t Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck Take em to the crib, yeah we gon f** You could call me a freak, I like to get BUCK, BUCK And I don't have to do much to make him get it up Sum Yung Ho she worth two dollars I'm worth more dollars than make up beauty parlors I pop collars ca ca ca ca collars I on't buy shots, I only buy the bottles Only rich girls we only buy the bottles But like a p**n star I'm best when to swallow [Timberlake] (Bounce) like your a** had the hiccups (Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup (Bounce) why you lookin' so sad babygirl you need to cheer up (Bounce) I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you It's you on me and me on you and you on her And her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me And me on y'all and y'all on me menage a trois, ménage à trois ahh uhh