Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Peace up

A-town down

Yeah, what

Okay

Okay

Let's go

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm in the club with my homies

Tryin' to get a lil' V-I, keep it down on the low key

'Cause you know how it is

I saw the shorty she was checkin' up on me

From the game she was spittin' in my ear

You would think that she knew me

I decided to chill

Conversation got heavy

She had me feelin' like she's ready to blow

Watch out down below, down below

She was saying come get me

So I got up and followed her to the floor

She said baby, let's go

When I told her, I said

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Shorty got down low said come and get me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I was so caught up I forgot she told me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Her and my girl used to be the best of homies

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She's all up in my head now

Got me thinkin' that it might be a good idea to take her with me

'Cause she's ready to leave

No I gotta keep it real now

'Cause on a one to ten, she's a certified twenty

And that just ain't me

'Cause I don't know

If I take that chance, just where it's gonna lead

But what I do know

Is the way she dance, makes shorty alright with me

The way she gettin' low

I'm like yeah, work that out for me

She ask for one more dance

And I'm like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?

And I said

Shorty got down low, said come and get me

I got so caught up, I forgot she told me

Her and my girl used to be the best of homies

Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin'

(Watch out, don't stop the party)

(Girl listen, don't stop the party)

(To the window, to the wall)

(Show me what you're working with)

Watch out my outfit's ridiculous

In the club looking so conspicuous

And wow, these women all on the prowl

Try to sing and get's us have to throw in the towel

Forget about the game, I spit the truth

I won't stop 'til I get them in they birthday suits

So gimme the rhythm we be hittin' the post

And bend over to the front, and touch your toes

I'm rubbing the ladies who got the flow

And when I'm through, you'll be screaming for more

How you like me now?

When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand

(No it ain't girl, it's from the dollar store)

But when it hits the light, you'll be all like woah

(Usher wants more)

When we leaves 'em dead

You know you wanna kiss on the lips so red

(Chill out in the crib)

(Take me home, we'll do it again)

(Usher got the beat)

(Got the beat)

(We've got the beat)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah)

(Usher got the beat)

(Got the beat)

(We've got the beat)