This Time of Night (feat. Nelly)

We showing up, it's going down She know it's us, I let her know it now It's three, four, five in the morning One thing's for sure is, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night Ass looking on swole Long hair, pretty toes Flat stomach, nice face (Okay, she say she wanna) Ride out to my place She wanna bring a friend if it's alright Only if we get it in with her all night We got them bottles on chill, everybody on pills In the air with them hands, girl We showing up, it's going down She know it's us, I let her know it now It's three, four, five in the morning One thing's for sure is, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night What's that, excuse me, look, shawty, who are y'all Look like that booty fat and I'm on booty call Don't approach me if you don't wanna do it all 'Fore you know it, have your clothes and your shoes off In the penthouse, getting turnt out Curtain closed, candles burning 'til they burnt out We turned up that bullshit, we ain't concerned 'bout Dick her down, pull her weave, sweat her perm out Is you scared, mama? Well, say it then Is you ready, mama? Okay, then It's three, four, five in the AM If you got the game, we'll play then We showing up, it's going down She know it's us, I let her know it now It's three, four, five in the morning One thing's for sure is, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night Ay, you ever kicked it with a superstar? I'll pick you up in a half a million dollar car Lay it up in the five-star Butt-naked, got you bent over the mini bar Yeah, cause I do it, baby, exactly how you thought it go Call me Mr. Paper Man or call me Mr. Lotta Dough A lotta dough, you ain't gotta worry I can take my fucking time or I can do it in a hurry I'm a freak, and you know it Put a candle between your ass and I'll blow it I'm talking Cool Whip, apple pie, chocolate cake, or ice cream Spread across your inner thigh, right up to your nahmean We showing up, it's going down She know it's us, I let her know it now It's three, four, five in the morning One thing's for sure is, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty Ain't nothing open but legs, this time of night