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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
USHER
Vocals
Bun B
Vocals
Hot Sauce
Keyboards
Lamar Edwards
Keyboards
Asylum Choir
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Jones
Songwriter
Ester Dean
Songwriter
Usher Raymond IV
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Marc Benno
Songwriter
Leon Russell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polow Da Don
Producer
Ian Cross
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Stevenson
Recording Engineer
Josh Mosser
Recording Engineer
Giancarlo Lino
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
USHER
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(You can't really f*** with me)
[Verse 2]
This club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
Room's ain't enough
Come on baby girl that's what's up (That's what's up)
One more drink and we ready to cut
You tugging my front, I'm squeezing ya butt
If you ain't gone finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
Don't start no stuff (Yeah)
Know you wanna leave with me? (Yeah)
You wanna be seen with me? (Uh huh)
I can't lie girl, you fine as hell
And I might let you be with me, uh yeah
I know you wanna come with me, yeah
Come take a ride with me
Can't be shy girl, least not tonight girl
[Verse 3]
Club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
More rooms ain't enough
Come on baby girl that's what's up (That's what's up)
One more drink and we ready to cut
You tugging my front, I'm squeezing ya butt
If you ain't gone finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
Don't start no stuff
There's too many women here to waste all my time on you
Uh, what you gonna do girl
Just know that I can have anyone of you if I choose
I chose you (Yeah)
I choose you
[Verse 4]
I said, hey hey you
Get in my car
Get in my car (Uh huh)
Get in my car
Get in my car
You know wanna roll
[Verse 5]
Is that your girl looking at me (Yeah)
Be clear where y'all wanna be (Uh huh)
Me on you, her on me
If you're feeling free we can do a three
Just playing
Club up with the close up
Girl go and make your mind up
Get back to my crib with your feet up
Making love till I skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
[Verse 6]
Club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
More rooms ain't enough
Come on baby girl, that's what's up (That's what's up)
One more drink and we ready to cut
You tugging my front, I'm squeezing ya butt
If you ain't gone finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
(Don't start no stuff)
There's too many women here to waste all my time on you
Oh, what you gonna do girl
Just know that I can have anyone of you if I choose
I chose you (Yeah)
I chose you
[Verse 7]
Pull this big bum, beater maid
Back of my be-at
Never been an everyday Joe like G.I.
Sitting on a stack of green, backs both neon
From an underground I'm a king like T.I.
Sun, but no pro like a PI (Damn)
Run back and tell that like a see ya
Rep like a regular, swag you see mine
With my boy Usher you know that be live
[Verse 8]
Fresher than a mall, richer than a bank (Bank)
Big body Benz said bigger than a tank (Tank)
[Verse 9]
Ball up in the club we gonna buy up all the drink (Drink)
Holla at ya girl, give a damn what you think
Got ya feel, I'ma keep it real
I'ma let your baby girl know what's the deal
Put on pimp, lil mama keep it trill
Drink in low, think you need a refill
Know you with your man and it can still go down
Might be a fool, but he gonna climb
You know a real G when you see one
You better get like me and try to be one (Be one)
You know what it do, let it be done
Get it now 'fore you see it on the rerun
Take it to the spot, pitch **** thot
And you can run back and tell your girls what we done
Tell you what, I'ma give you one shot
Give you one chance girl, show me what you got
Drop it down low to the floor, let it pop
Twerk that thing, work that thing, don't stop (Don't stop)
Tell your man that it's insider luck
I better put your bad ass in the trunk (In the trunk)
Take it back to the crib and cut
That's what's up (That's what's up)
[Verse 10]
The club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
More rooms ain't enough
Come on baby girl that's what's up (That's what's up)
One more drink and we ready to cut
You tugging my front, I'm squeezing ya butt
If you ain't gone finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
(Don't start no stuff)
There's too many women here to waste all my time on you
Oh, what you gonna do, girl
[Verse 11]
Just know that I can have anyone of you if I choose
And I choose you
I chose you
I said hey, hey, you, you
Get in my car
Get in my car
Get in my car
You know wanna roll
Hey, hey, you
Get in my car
Get in my car
Get in my car
Get in my car
You know wanna roll
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, Ester Dean, Jamal Jones, Leon Russell, Marc Benno, USHER, Usher Raymond IV