Timbaland

Scheming for no reason On the scene, I keep the fire Background hitting, once I pull it Make it la, la, la, la, la, la I know what you thinking, baby Know I try, try, try Way too many nights, alone Baby girl (uh-huh) I'm the man from the Midwest Grave (grey) Won't you come play 'round my way? (Uh-huh) And listen to what I gotta say Feeling something like mystery, the way I trick a bitch (yeah) Dead man making history, every time I flip that switch (what?) Forward-thinking was a nine-to-five, dead bitch, I'm clocking in Fuck Eric Sparrow and those Hawaiian tapes, bi- bitch I'm dropping in, in, in Bitch, you knocking on the wrong door, I got something for ya Trick or treat, bitch, we eat pussies, acting like they know us Don't be sweet, talk is cheap, so I gotta check your balance If he deep in the red, no, you cannot come around us (no) Baby girl (uh-huh) I'm the man from the Midwest Grave (grey) Won't you come play 'round my way? (Uh-huh) And listen to what I gotta say