Crush tonight lyrics

Artist  : Fat joe 
Song : Crush tonight
 
feat. Ginuwine
1 - 	[Ginuwine]
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like you tryna have a baby cuz

Everybody's out to fuck tonight
The fine women, they out to fuck tonight
My niggas, they down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players

[Fat Joe]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty streakin' the
floor
You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey
draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for
more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
Feelin' like the Don woman, you could wrestle her
chin
Shorty, come a little closer while the record
spin
I wanna freak a little longer, can they play it
again

Repeat 1

Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
It's like we got our own little private party
goin' on
And the scene just changed into shores of San
Juan
It's so intimate, we so into it
 
Such a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Playin' the couch like Ceasar's, she feedin' me
grapes
Not for nuttin' hon, the sex is great
But you know you got to go, I got checks to
chase... next

Repeat 1

[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe
and me
Cuz it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on

[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, cuz by the looks of
it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got a girl for every girl I get
There's a drop in the lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel before you finish your
glass
And you know you wanna be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just like calories, extra fat
Mami, your body like Malery on Natural Born
Killer
She like, they got money but ya'll are more
realer
She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till
you bit us

Repeat 1