[Chorus]
  
  I wanna get to know you
  I really wanna fuck you, baby
  I'm lost in your lovin'
  I'm simply going to drive you , crazy
  
  I wanna be your lover
  I wanna get to know you, baby
  I'm lost in your lovin'
  I'm simply going to drive you , crazy
  
  
  [Young Buc]
  
  Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
  Swingin' them hips when you pass
  I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
  Jump on this Harley
  Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
  Sip some Bacardi
  Then go pull up at the afterparty
  I think we make a perfect couple
  But you think I'm trouble
  Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
  She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
  Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
  Your toes painted half fixed all the time
  And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
  If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
  I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
  Making decisions shorty good things don't last long
  Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
  Before I head home
  Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
  If you come outside you know it's on
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Lloyd Banks]
  
  Bitches be frustrated with the baller
  Wonder why I call her
  Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her
  Hiccups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her
  In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
  She loves it when I'm in town
  Hate it when I'm not around
  I get her and wear down
  Next door neighboors hear the sound
  Pictures hittin' the ground
  Just enough to hold us down
  I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round
  Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
  I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
  I admit I fell in love with her frame
  And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
  Her panties wet over fame
  Fall in love with my chain
  I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
  Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
  I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [50 Cent]
  
  (Yeah) What would fuck me up more
  Watching her lick her lips
  Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
  I sweet talk her if she like
  Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
  Look I'm legit now used to break laws
  Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
  Big house big Benz girl it yours
  Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
  You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
  All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
  Don't indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
  Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
  Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
  Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
  Let me ride on you and you can ride on
  We can do it all the night
  We can have a balla night
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I wanna get to know you
  I really wanna fuck you, baby
  I'm lost in your lovin'
  I'm simply going to drive you , crazy
  
  I wanna be your lover
  I wanna get to know you, baby
  I'm lost in your lovin'
  I'm simply going to drive you , crazy
  
  I wanna be your lover
  I really need to stand you, baby
  I wannt be your lover
  I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.