Let's go oh

Baby Show Something
Don't say nothing (Don't you say a word)
I just want to
See you work it (Come on baby work it for me)
That ain't fronting
Show me something (Let me see it girl)
I just try to
See you work it (I just want to see you work it for me)

I heard her talking loud
But she ain't saying nothing
What up with all the fronting
Come on and show me something
You know you want to do it
Go ahead yo man ain't coming
Please do that thing
When you dipping
Keep yo hips popping
What's up with all these questions
And What planning baby
You talking to me
Like you talking to an adolsence
I like to
Jump off Jump off
Clothes
Come off come off
Her place
Freaky beats
And so on so on
Let you waist pop
when them place not
I rather watch
To the top of snow clock
Can't even tell the time
But you know it's mine
What time is ma
It's 20 Karet
Top of line
Or you can hot drap
Well let me
Quince your thirst
First thing First
Let's do what we rehearsed
Know them numbers now
It show be break break it
Get up and take a stance
And let me see ya

[Chorus]
Baby Show Something
Don't say nothing (Don't you say a word)
I just want to
See you work it (Come on baby work it for me)
That ain't fronting
Show me something (Let me see it girl)
I just try to
See you work it (I just want to see you work it for me)

She still talking loud
But she ain't saying nothing
Why you ain't moving ma
Dj ain't playing nothing
You tell him to
Play this here
Until these speakers blow
Birthdays pick a place
Baby we can go
I like yo adllics
She Showing no back
She showing up attacks
You wouldn't know
It's like you ghetto ghetto
She boojhetto jhetto
She 5'5
Brown Eyes
It's the lhetto lhetto (Baby)
Well did you come alone
Or you got 2 or 3
That ain't no thing
Baby girl cause
I got 2 with me
And we goin'
All kick it
And you about to see
Just what a
day would be
If you were in
The ride with me
Turning on the headlights
And we be
Running all the red lights
Those fool steal my head
And ain't no stopping now
Now come on here and drop
Cause he goin' tell why

[Chorus]

Now all my new west shorites
Come on do that thing
Dance with me
Dance with me Yeah
And all my guy south shorties
Come on do that thing
Come On Come On
Come On Come On Come On
And all my east coast shorties
Come on do that thing
Dance with Me
Dance with me Yeah
And all my west coast shorties
Come on do that thing
Come On Come On
Come On Come On Come On
She still talking loud
But I here her better now
She keep a thong print on
In any weather now
No sight of a band
But I can hear the horns playing
Da Dat Da Dat Da dumb
She got me hypmotize
Just like that thicky guy
Cause she been
Trying to prove her point
Since we been inside
So we can get it on
Just wait to we get home
I'm on something
Call her Planet Jay
Momma Come on

[Chorus]

Writer : JASON EPPERSON, JUSTIN R. TIMBERLAKE, CORNELL HAYNES
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group