(feat. Pied Piper)    [Intro:]  Yeah, I know I need you...  What we gonna do is slow it down   But it's gonna still feel like ya'll goin fast   I see ya bobbin' ya head America, yeah  Baby, I'm sorry  This is straight up out The Chocolate Factory    [Verse 1:]  Now wait a minute, hold up baby  Now I know that may look crazy   Her on top of me, when you are my lady  I did everything I could, tried my best to avoid it  But it's like she had her sex right and cooked it  Her pants came off and everything else followed  She pulled out the 'notic I killed the whole bottle  Just up with a hangover, where's the keys to my rover  Then to my surprise you were standin' right over me  Then all I could say was   Please Baby ,Please Baby ,Please Baby, Please    [Chorus:]  That girl, don't mean nothing to me  All she was to me was a mere fantasy  That girl , don't mean nothin' to me  Just somethin' that happened ,you're my everything   That girl, she's not even in my life  So don't look at me like we're all that tight   That girl, Baby I'm your man,  She was just a one-night stand  (And it started in a club)    [Verse 2:]  Now I was lookin' cool in my Tim's, jeans and Lakers Jersey  Sippin' on a Heineken and that's when she came on to me  I just mindin' my own business, and that's when   She started walkin' by me switchin ' her sexy ass  We got in to a little conversation   And that's when she told me that she would love to  Get me in the back of my Bentley drop top, she said  Get me out this club and well be goin' non-stop  And then we went back to the crib  Had sex but not love, please baby please, that's all it was     [Chorus]    [Bridge:]  Put my hat to left, put a sack in my jeans  Unloosen my Tim's, blind ' em with the bling  Roll up on 26's with a Puerto Rican and Japanese  Then step off in the club with about 32 gorillas behind me  Not worried about nothing, came to have a good time  Fiesta, take one of these ka-dunk-a-dunks to the mansion and make 'em mine  You know how we do, sippin' on that pimp juice  Put this remix on, dj when we come through  Rob we gonna spend this money 'til they yellin' curfew  Marq, we gonna rock this shit until she comes back to you    [Chorus x2]