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