Lyrics
Uh-huh, yeah
This moment they all been waitin' for, playboy
We here now
Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
I assume I'm so into you
'Cause even before we hit the bedroom, I was friends with you
If they ask, I ain't gotta say whom in them interviews
My sweet thing, never believe them rumors that been a true
The fact I had numerous friends is true
But you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue, Boo
Maybe my sense of humor gets into you
But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you
I wanna take you where it feel like June in December, too
So what you think about Cancun 'til the winter through
I don't know what the other consumers you been with do
I put a day aside to go to Bloomies and spend with you
Like any other man, I woulda zoomed to the clinic, too
Now I wanna see if me and my junior's identical
A dude put a wound on the skin of you
I swear to everything that same afternoon will begin to move, feel me
Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me
So I could take you places you don't often be
Come on, ma, come and get lost with me
As far as them other chicks, can't get 'em off-a me
Everlastin' love in a whole other fashion
All I'm askin', let me cash in
'Cause I give all the passion, all of the Sean John flashin'
In orderly fashion, perhaps when
You figure out exactly what Diddy about
'Cause we can take this whole city out
Now who gon' stop us, who gon' knock us
Top us, we can't find coppers to lock us
Leer jets and choppers, love hella proper
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to keep, I gotcha
I rock ya
Word to Big Papa, I gotcha
Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Now what you want, huh
(I'm gon' give this all up for you, Shorty)
Now what you want, huh
Now what you want, huh, huh, huh
Yeah
Yo', this newcomer's known to move with the seasons
Couple winter lodges, few summer homes
I'm there for every ooh, umm, and moan
And make sure when the new Hummer roams
The shoes come in chrome
I ain't new at buyin' white, yellow, and cucumber stones
That send chills through a woman bones
But life gets gruesome
Even though I got the kinda bread that won't matter if a few crumbs are blown
Flights I don' flew some alone
Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone
Mamamia it's you I'ma phone
Just to erase all the negative views from your dome
And I promise this fella's G
And so gangster it'll calm all that jealousy
And drama you tellin' me
So mama come yell at me
So I could put the top down and we could cruise like Tom and Penelope
Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything (My charm is a felony)
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Fabolous
Diddy
Desert Storm
Rock on, rock on
Bad Boy, yeah
Rock on, rock on
DJ Clue, Duro
Rock on, rock on
I trade it all, baby
That's a lot, but you worth it
Stop playin', let me holler at you, Boo
Come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
Stop playin', come on, come on
WRITERS
Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Ken Ifill, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
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