Show Me (Remix) [feat. Trey Songz, Juicy J, 2 Chainz & Chris Brown]

Woo baby I said baby, yeah yeah Uh mustard on the beat, go! Baby let me put your panties to the side (uh) I'ma make you feel alright (right, right) I'ma give you what you need quick, baby it's the remix Mami you remind me of something (baby you remind me) But I don't know what it is (I don't even know) 'Cause you remind me of something (girl you gotta show me) Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright) You remind me of something (baby you remind me) But I don't know what it is right now (I don't even know) 'Cause you remind me of something (uh) Girl you gotta show me Uh, on the real, no West coast back like '94 Just picture me rollin' in my own lane Should of listened to the hype though, hold that And show me something Dj ain't palying nothing but mustard Catch up to the bandwagon, fuck us friday I'm feeling like the old Chris Tucker And we go for the record Trying to go platinum And add a couple karats Being low key kinda hard with the cameras Her boyfriend here But she looking so careless Baby you remind me of something (baby you remind me) (uh) But I don't know what it is (I don't even know) 'Cause you remind me of something (uh) Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright) You remind me of something (uh) But I don't know what it is right now 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me (alright) Hold up Don't you know that this the remix And she just got her weave fixed Niggas go and get your weed lit All my Cali niggas need it Let's get to that booty that you throwin' around baby I give that booty work, I'ma never go lazy Dancing with your girl, in your own world Face like an Angel, is it wrong? I can't wait to bang you (pow) How you acting like a little devil? Speed up, slow down Whoa now, gas pedal Clap it, smack it, grab it Tyrin' tell you Booty dumb, booty dumb Yeah that ass special Baby you remind me of something But I dont know what it is (I dont even know) 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me Baby you remind me of something But I dont know what it is right now 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me (yeah) Bring it back, let's get it baby I just wanna fork you at the dinner table Shawty come pull up a seat at the winners table We don't get attached, we too busy getting paper Foreign cars make 'em both lose they top Just turned 21 and she fiendin' for shots Heard she from the west coast, all she fuck with is pacs So I give her California love while I'm high (uh-huh) Like, you remind me of somethin' Leave the club, we can bang like we from Compton Pull a lambo round back Bellaire we down there Make a movie in the club Shawty this the soundtrack Baby you remind me of something But I don't even know what it is (I don't know) 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me (alright) Baby you remind me, you remind me of something (uh) But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know) 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me, yeah Baby if you know what it is (On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type) Hands in the air, lookin' for a bitch right now (On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type) Two red girls, eating red beans and rice We popeyes eat hot fries You should see what i got parked outside I kiss my girl every time I'm at a stop sign My ex left me for another nigga Then she realized she stuck with a sucker nigga Uh yeah, you a go getta', then you should go get her The type to put forgiatos on a four wheeler I put violators on the floor seat I'm getting money and you sattin' on my broke meter A stripper say she need I save coupons Just bought a Cadi, that bitch came with Grey poupon Baby let me put your panties to the side I'ma make you feel alright I'ma give you what you need quick (need, yeah) Baby its the remix Baby you remind me of something (I don't even know) But I dont know what it is 'Cause you remind me of something Girl you gotta show me Baby you remind me of something Nevermind I don't know what it is (right now) 'Cause you remind me of something (oh!) Girl you gotta show me Show (baby if you know what it is) On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type Hands in the air, lookin' for a bitch right now On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type (lookin' for ya)