Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Vocals
Timbaland
Timbaland
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Songwriter
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Danja
Danja
Co-Producer
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Mixing Engineer
Gary Hadfield
Gary Hadfield
Recording Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Ian Stewart
Ian Stewart
Recording Engineer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Producer

Songtexte

Somethin' special Unforgettable 50 Cent (Cent) Justin ('Tin) Timbaland ('Land), goddamn (Damn) She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that, it's right here for her I wanna, see her break it down I'm ballin', throwing money around She a working girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money money, she make it, make it Look at the way she shake it, shake it Make you wan' touch it, make you wan' taste it Have you lustin' for it, going crazy, face it Now don't stop, get it, get it The way she shake it make you wanna hit it Think she double jointed from the way she split Got your head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She know just how to move to seduce you She gon' do the right thing and touch the right spot And dance in your lap 'til you ready to pop She always ready, when you want it she want it Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her On the late night, 'til daylight, the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gon' give you what you want (Let me talk to you) Baby, you're so new age, you like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smoke's got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice, baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me? Ayo! I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh, uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you, girl Got a thang for that thang she got The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop I make it rain for her, so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In the fantasy, it's plain to see, just how it be, her and me Backstrokin', sweat soaking, all into my satin sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close Watching her do her thing on all fours Now that that there should be against the law From side to side, left to right, break it down (Down, down) Know I like, when you're hype and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn, I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout, all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shawty, we could switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen (Let me talk to you) Baby, you're so new age, you like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smoke's got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice, baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me? Ayo! I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Justin R. Timberlake, Curtis James Jackson, Floyd Nathanial Hills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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