Missy Elliott - Hey Woo lyrics

[Intro - Missy Elliott - talking] Oh (what you got player) Oh (ah, uh) Oh (ah, uh huh) Hey yo Loon Yo, when these chicks see a n***a with some hot sh** I'ma help yo a** out on what a b**h think When a n***a got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah) For her and some friends You need to be careful playboy You fine as sh**, but um These chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okay Pump the cheap talk, I'ma just let the beat knock What you got [Verse 1 - Loon] Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy It's a shame you don't hear me though And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo I get paid just to spit the flow And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know how long I've been gettin dough? Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay) Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day And my mind is right, if you ain't about no money, better find a life, aight [Chorus - Missy Elliott] - w/ ad libs (Hey Woo) Boy that's what them hoes say When they tell that money in your pocket, okay (Hey Woo) They be like (woo) Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon) (Woo) Baby that's what them chicks say When they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane (Woo) They be like (woo) Now who that there? (Female voice: Oh girl, that's Loon) [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, check it out yo, check it out now Why's you all on me, friends is all on me Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me Tried to split but the chick keep callin me Cause I be everything a baller be Please believe me, my team is cheesy Please be easy, me and Pee Wee easily Like 'em red bone, short and sleezy Get my second cup, start talkin greezy We come consistent, young, relentless No resistance, girls run from distance When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and They silk on, that non new trenches and High heel stilettos, I feel so ghetto But switch to soft, couldn't get them off me [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - P. Diddy] Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy They call me Diddy Yo when I come in the club I go hard All black shapar, girls all on me like German shapar Latest fashion from Hermain and tar When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real sh** for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender Flow like August, with arms like December Twelve years playboy got more to remember Been bounce back since that fall on a ninja Ladies wanna see me fall and just timber Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Outro - Missy Elliott - talking] C'mon Okay, you found me player You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo) Haha, you got that paper n***a