Girl, you must think that I'm crazy,

but we all know you's a cutie,

and you're all like, "nuh-uh, boys don't wanna get with me"

Girl, please

I can see right through those

fake colored contacts;

your eyes ain't blue, I bet that hair's held by glue



Hey, shorty, why you playing games

These games were played, the rules were made, 

you dropped those names, and now you got nothing to say



It's like that episode of cheaters,

and I'm that dude with the gun,

hiding cameras in your bedroom

Girl, I know what you've done;

I might be your baby's daddy,

but that don't mean shit

when every dude on the block 

knows that you're a trick



Hey, shorty, why you playing games

These games were played, the rules were made, 

you dropped those names, and now you got nothing to say



Uh, I'm not a rock star, but I still tend to rock hard

You try to play games, tease and try to keep me rock hard,

try to make me slap you and see me in a cop car,

catch me speeding in stock cars, expecting me to stop hard

You playing with the mind of the craziest kind,

telling me how much you love me when I know that you're lying;

you must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying

You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving,

I went from last to first but this is first to last

I'm the major league player, you can kiss my ass, trick



Drop it like it's hot!

Shake it like a salt shaker

Hot!

Shake it like a salt shaker

Hot!

Shake it like a salt shaker

Hot!

Shake it like a salt shaker



Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you....