Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
Kevin McCall
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Kevin McCall
Songwriter
Amber Streeter
Songwriter
C. Whitacre
Songwriter
Justin Henderson
Songwriter
Joseph Bereal, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha Bizness
Producer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jesus Garnica
Producer
Doug Or1gin Geikie
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Tha Biz, Tha Bizness
Take it off, I wanna love you
And e'rybody wanna touch you
You movin' right, wanna see what's up under
Then back it up, beep beep like a trucker
Nice thighs, nice waist
And you know I can't forget about your face
But don't none of that matter
I'm about to make your pockets fatter
Girl, I just wanna see you strip, right now
'Cause it's late, late, babe
Girl, I just wanna see you strip
Girl, take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip
Goddamn, you sexy (For me)
Goddamn, you sexy (Baby)
Goddamn, you sexy (Oh-oh)
Girl, I just wanna see you
Got my shades on, with my Js on
In the club with a pocket full of ones
This girl, booty outta control
Then she go up and down the pole
Which one I'ma take home? (Take home)
Get my freak on (Freak on)
If you ain't freakin', we ain't speakin'
You think I'm playin'? No, I'm not
Let me see you back it up and drop
Yeah, I wanna see your legs in the air
Baby, don't worry about your hair
All those tracks
I don't give a damn about that
In the club, they play my song
Turn it up, play it all night long
If you think you can, and you know you can
I'ma give you all my money, money, money
Girl, I just wanna see you strip, right now
'Cause it's late, babe
Girl, I just wanna see you strip
Girl, take your time with it
Girl, I just wanna see you strip
Goddamn, you sexy (For me)
Goddamn, you sexy (Baby)
Goddamn, you sexy (Oh-oh)
Girl, I just wanna see you
Pants, shirt, you can take it off
Panties, bra, you can take it off
Red bottom heels, you can take 'em
Wait, wait, leave 'em on, 'cause I like my woman tall
Got a hot momma, you're hotter than a sauna (Sauna)
I wanna peel 'em clothes off your body like a banana (Like a banana)
The only reason I dress you in that designer (Why you do that?)
Is to get you out that Dolce and Gabbana
I throw this money up, she watch it all fall
Toot that thang up, pop it for a boss
Anything you wanting baby, you can have it all
Starting with my last name, now they call you Mrs. Mccall
Girl, I just wanna see you strip, right now
'Cause it's late, babe
Girl, I just wanna see you strip
Girl, take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip
Goddamn, you sexy (For me)
Goddamn, you sexy (Baby)
Goddamn, you sexy (Oh-oh)
Girl, I just wanna see you, see you, see you
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Christopher John Whitacre, Justin Keith Henderson, Amber Denise Streeter, Kevin L. Mccall, Joseph A. Bereal Jr.
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