| {Trey Songz} | |
| Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby | |
| (Chorus) | |
| If you need love I'm lovin' | |
| If you need a thug I'm thuggin' | |
| If you need a hustla whatever you need girl I'ma hold you down | |
| Need a lil dough we flippin' | |
| got somewhwere to go I'm whippin | |
| be a love hustla whatever you need girl I'ma hold you down' | |
| (Bun B) | |
| Bun B the I'ma man amongst men | |
| my chain is white gold my steel is tungsten | |
| I'm made of tough skin you gon respect me (hold up) | |
| Take mo then a average nigga to check me | |
| I'ma rider 'til the wheels go bald and they blow out (damn) | |
| One hundred and one percent G and its no doubt | |
| That if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby | |
| You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure | |
| You want money and jewels (jewels) | |
| You want clothes and cars (cars) | |
| Wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) | |
| Wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas | |
| Then your wish is my command you can do what ya please (hey) | |
| The lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in | |
| Just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) | |
| I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) | |
| Cuz even the kid the trill need hisself queen | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Mike Jones) | |
| See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit | |
| I see they smile when I'm around when I leave they talk shit | |
| They just mad cause I got you flippin jags poppin tags | |
| Brand new clothes you can't tell by the tag | |
| I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin | |
| They just waitin on you to slip so I could leave yo ass with nathan | |
| Then when I do that they gon back door and try to holla | |
| Hopin I'ma do them like you and drop them off some dollars | |
| But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road | |
| I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll | |
| But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road | |
| I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll | |
| But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown | |
| Holla at me I'll be around (Mike Jones) | |
| But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown | |
| Holla at me I'll be around (Yea) | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga | |
| From off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga | |
| Takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga | |
| Rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds nigga | |
| Ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze | |
| Got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga | |
| Hot girl nigga lovin the G | |
| Keep the work under the seat she do it for me | |
| Take a trip to port her off to the beach | |
| Tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat | |
| And got me feelin like I lost my jones | |
| I done lost my homes so H town is on | |
| And nuttin change cause the palms got chrome nigga | |
| Do this in the early cause we gettin it on | |
| And baby girl you could shop alone | |
| And fly the four to France and take a hundred bones | |
| (Chorus) |