[Timbaland]
  Here we go again
  Ha ha, here we go again
  Make it hot, uhh
  (Yeah) Here we go again
  Make it hot Mad
  Huh, here we go again
  We're gon' make it hot
  Ha ha, here we go again
  (Yo) Skillz
    [Mad Skillz]
  Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin
  Flip your back out, and we can start twistin
  Check the intuition, the dime definition
  Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
  Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin
  I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin
  Satisfaction, no competition
  We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's
  What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and
  haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin
  We rich and, I take you out on a mission
  You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
  Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision
  Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin
  Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin
  Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and
    [Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)]
    (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
  (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
  (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
  (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
    [Mad Skillz]
  Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
  The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
  You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
  Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
  You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that
  Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
  You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that
  You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
  Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
  Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
  You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
  After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back
  Fallin in love? Oh never not that
  Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
  And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack
  If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that
    [Chorus]
    [Mad Skillz]
  Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
  A dime, fine all the way to the core
  Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
  Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
  Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
  Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
  She was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?"
  "Since you ain't tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?"
  Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
  If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure
  Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
  Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score
  Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four
  Have the chicks fightin like the next World War
  Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
  Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"
    [Chorus]
    [Timbaland]
  Uhh, what, uh huh
  What, like that, what
  Timbaland, what
  Mad Skillz, uhh
  Collabo', what
  Don't go, baby
  Don't go, baby baby
  Don't go
    [Chorus (w/o Timbaland)]
    [(Go ahead) 2X]