Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
T. Smith
T. Smith
Autoría
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Autoría
Thomas Bangalter
Thomas Bangalter
Autoría
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Autoría
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Autoría
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Autoría
Mary J. Blige
Mary J. Blige
Autoría
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Autoría
Rashia Tashan Fisher
Rashia Tashan Fisher
Autoría
Shamele Mackie
Shamele Mackie
Autoría
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producción
Brian Lodato
Brian Lodato
Ingeniería de grabación
G. Marchese
G. Marchese
Ingeniería de mezcla
Bram Tobey
Bram Tobey
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
(Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it) Ay, yo Swizz, I don't think they ready for this shit
(Turn it, leave it, stop, format it)
(Touch it bring it, pay it, watch it) Ay yo, let me take they ass back to the club real quick
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Touch it bring it, pay it, watch it
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[Verse 2]
(Get low Bus)
Who be the King of the sound? (Uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down (Turn it up)
[Verse 3]
Now you know who holdin' the throne, so give me the crown (Huh)
**** salutin' and tryna give me a pound (Come on)
I don't really fuck with you ****, you **** is clowns (Ha)
Makin' the bitches strip and throw they shit on the ground
[Verse 4]
(Get low Bus) Now that's the way that it goes (Uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (Come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when they get it, mami already know I suppose (Turn it up)
[Verse 5]
Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out
For the record (Huh), just a second, I'm freakin' it out (Come on)
While she tryin' to touch, see I was peepin' it out
She turned around and was tryin' to put my dick in her mouth, I let her
[Verse 6]
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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[Verse 7]
(Get low Bus)
And as we start again, we ringin' the bell (Uh huh)
When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well (Uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell
Tryin' to hide the smell of the sex, sprayin' on the Chanel (Turn it up)
[Verse 8]
Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell (Come on)
How a **** got in the butt, made everything jell (Come on)
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my sail (Come on)
Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell
[Verse 9]
(Get low Bus) It's crowded mami, move it along (Uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it, then get to removin' your thong (Uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck, that's where you belong
After the yac, we be the type of raunchy shit they be on (Turn it up)
[Verse 10]
Street **** respect it because my movement is strong (Come on)
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my bitches is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus, how we givin' the stick and we be dickin' along, I let her
[Verse 11]
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
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[Verse 12]
(Get low Bus) The God of the block, see that I'm back (Uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (Uh huh)
For the **** hatin' the kid, I'm close to the strap
'Cause all they bitches wanna come talk and sit on my lap (Turn it up)
[Verse 13]
Every time I get you bang shit to knock in your whip (Come on)
**** always do his thing, bitch, lockin the strip (Come on)
Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' their hips (Huh)
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em
[Verse 14]
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[Verse 15]
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Written by: Thomas Bangalter, Kasseem Daoud Dean, Christo Guillaume Emmanuel Paul De Homem, Trevor Smith
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