(feat. Mad Skillz)    [Timbaland]  Here we go again  Ha ha, here we go again  Make it hot, uhh  (Yeah) Here we go again  Make it hot Mad  Huh, here we go again  We're gon' make it hot  Ha ha, here we go again  (Yo) Skillz    [Mad Skillz]  Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin  Flip your back out, and we can start twistin  Check the intuition, the dime definition  Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten  Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin  I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin  Satisfaction, no competition  We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's  What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and  haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin  We rich and, I take you out on a mission  You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle  Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision  Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin  Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin  Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and    [Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)]    (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self  (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad  (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self  (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad    [Mad Skillz]  Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that  The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that  You in the way girl? Boom when I block that  Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that  You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that  Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat  You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that  You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that  Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that  Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back  You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat  After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back  Fallin in love? Oh never not that  Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?  And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack  If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that    [Chorus]    [Mad Skillz]  Now when you came in the door, I seen you before  A dime, fine all the way to the core  Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor  Talked in your ear til my throat got sore  Lames, she could see my game was straight raw  Specially since she bought my tape right out the store  She was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?"  "Since you ain't tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?"  Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4  If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure  Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure  Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score  Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four  Have the chicks fightin like the next World War  Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore  Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"    [Chorus]    [Timbaland]  Uhh, what, uh huh  What, like that, what  Timbaland, what  Mad Skillz, uhh  Collabo', what  Don't go, baby  Don't go, baby baby  Don't go    [Chorus (w/o Timbaland)]    [(Go ahead) 2X]