Justin Timberlake - Suit & Tie Lyrics
[Intro: Justin Timberlake]I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tieI be on my suit and tie shit, tie shitCan I show you a few things?A few things, a few things, little baby causeI be on my suit and tie shit, tie shitI be on my suit and tie shit, tie shitLet me show you a few thingsLet me show you a few things[Ad lib: Timbaland]Wait a minute. You ready, JT?[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]I can't wait til I get you on the floor, good-lookingGoing out so hot, just like an ovenAnd I'll burn myself, but just had to touch itIt's so fly and it's all mineHey baby, we don't mind all the watchingCause if they study close, real closeThey might learn somethingShe ain't nothing but a little doozy when she does itShe's so fly tonight[Hook: Justin Timberlake]And as long as I've got my suit and tieI'mma leave it all on the floor tonightAnd you got fixed up to the ninesLet me show you a few thingsAll pressed up in black and whiteAnd you're dressed in that dress I likeLove is swinging in the air tonightLet me show you a few thingsLet me show you a few thingsShow you a few things about loveWhile we’re in the swing of loveLet me show you a few thingsShow you a few things about loveHey[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]Stop, let me get a good look at itSo thick, now I know why they call it a fattyShit so sick got a hit and picked up a habitThat's alright, cause you're all mineGo on and show 'em who you call daddyI guess they're just mad cause girl, they wish they had itMy killer, my Thriller, yeah you're a classicAnd you're all mine tonight[Hook][Ad lib: Justin Timberlake]Hey, get out ya seat, Hov[Verse 3: Jay-Z]All black at the white showsWhite shoes at the black showsGreen card for the Cuban linxY'all sit back and enjoy the light showNothing exceeds like excessStoute got gout from having the best of the bestIs this what it's all about?I'm at the restaurant with my rentDisturbing the guestsYears of distress, tears on the dressTry to hide her face with some makeup sexThis is truffle seasonTom Ford tuxedos for no reasonAll Saints for my angelAlexander Wang tooAss-tight Denim and some DunksI'll show you how to do this young!No papers, catch vaporsGet high, out VegasD'usses on doubles, ain't looking for troubleYou just got good genes so a nigga tryna cuff youTell your mother that I love her cause I love youTell your father we go farther as a coupleThey ain't lose a daughter, got a sonI show you how to do this, hun![Hook]
