[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ass looking on swole (goddamn shawty)
Long hair pretty toes (Know who I am shawty?)
Flat stomach nice face (Okay she say she wanna)
Ride out to my place (That's right)
She wanna bring a friend if it's allright (Okay)
Only if we get it in with her all night (allright)
We got the bottles on chill, everybody on the pills
In the air with them heels, girl
[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
(What's happening) Excuse me, look shawty who are y'all
Look like that booty fat and I'm on booty call
Don't approach me if you don't wanna do it all
'For you know it have your clothes and your shoes off
In the penthouse gettin' turned out
Curtain clothes candle burnin' till they burned out
We turned up that bullshit we ain't concerned about
Dick her down pull her weave sweat her perm out
Is you scared mama? Well say it then...
Is you ready mama? Okay then
It's 3, 4, 5 in the AM
If you 'bout them games, we don't play them
[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
[Nelly:]
You ever kicked it with a superstar
I pick you up in that half a million dollar car
Lay it up in a five star
Butt naked got you bent over the mini bar
That's just how I do it baby, exactly how you thought it go
Call me Mr. Paperman, Call me Mr. Lotta Dough
A lotta dough, you ain't gotta worry,
I can take my f*cking time, or I can do it in hurry
I'm a freak and you know it,
Put a candle between your ass and I blow it,
I'm talking cool whip, apple pie, chocolate cake, or ice cream
Spread across you inner theigh right up to yuh nahmean
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[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ass looking on swole (goddamn shawty)
Long hair pretty toes (Know who I am shawty?)
Flat stomach nice face (Okay she say she wanna)
Ride out to my place (That's right)
She wanna bring a friend if it's allright (Okay)
Only if we get it in with her all night (allright)
We got the bottles on chill, everybody on the pills
In the air with them heels, girl
[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
(What's happening) Excuse me, look shawty who are y'all
Look like that booty fat and I'm on booty call
Don't approach me if you don't wanna do it all
'For you know it have your clothes and your shoes off
In the penthouse gettin' turned out
Curtain clothes candle burnin' till they burned out
We turned up that bullshit we ain't concerned about
Dick her down pull her weave sweat her perm out
Is you scared mama? Well say it then...
Is you ready mama? Okay then
It's 3, 4, 5 in the AM
If you 'bout them games, we don't play them
[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
[Nelly:]
You ever kicked it with a superstar
I pick you up in that half a million dollar car
Lay it up in a five star
Butt naked got you bent over the mini bar
That's just how I do it baby, exactly how you thought it go
Call me Mr. Paperman, Call me Mr. Lotta Dough
A lotta dough, you ain't gotta worry,
I can take my f*cking time, or I can do it in hurry
I'm a freak and you know it,
Put a candle between your ass and I blow it,
I'm talking cool whip, apple pie, chocolate cake, or ice cream
Spread across you inner theigh right up to yuh nahmean
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ass looking on swole (goddamn shawty)
Long hair pretty toes (Know who I am shawty?)
Flat stomach nice face (Okay she say she wanna)
Ride out to my place (That's right)
She wanna bring a friend if it's allright (Okay)
Only if we get it in with her all night (allright)
We got the bottles on chill, everybody on the pills
In the air with them heels, girl
[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
(What's happening) Excuse me, look shawty who are y'all
Look like that booty fat and I'm on booty call
Don't approach me if you don't wanna do it all
'For you know it have your clothes and your shoes off
In the penthouse gettin' turned out
Curtain clothes candle burnin' till they burned out
We turned up that bullshit we ain't concerned about
Dick her down pull her weave sweat her perm out
Is you scared mama? Well say it then...
Is you ready mama? Okay then
It's 3, 4, 5 in the AM
If you 'bout them games, we don't play them
[Hook:]
We showin up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's 3, 4, 5 in the morning
One thing for sure is this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs this time of night
[Nelly:]
You ever kicked it with a superstar
I pick you up in that half a million dollar car
Lay it up in a five star
Butt naked got you bent over the mini bar
That's just how I do it baby, exactly how you thought it go
Call me Mr. Paperman, Call me Mr. Lotta Dough
A lotta dough, you ain't gotta worry,
I can take my f*cking time, or I can do it in hurry
I'm a freak and you know it,
Put a candle between your ass and I blow it,
I'm talking cool whip, apple pie, chocolate cake, or ice cream
Spread across you inner theigh right up to yuh nahmean
Writer: CLIFFORD HARRIS, CORNELL HAYNES, LAMAR EDWARDS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing