T.I., Nelly - This Time of Night lyrics

We showing up, it's going down
She know it's us, I let her know it now
It's three, four, five in the morning
One thing's for sure is, this time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs
This time of night
Ain't nothing open but legs, shawty
Ain't nothing open but legs
This time of night

Ass looking on swole long hair, pretty toes
Flat stomach, nice face
(Okay, she say she wanna)
Ride out to my place
She wanna bring a friend if it's alright
Only if we get it in with her all night
We got them bottles on chill
Everybody on pills
In the air with them hands, girl

What's that, excuse me, look, shawty
Who are y'all look like that booty fat and
I'm on booty call
Don't approach me if you don't
Wanna do it all 'Fore you know it
Have your clothes and your shoes off
In the penthouse, getting turnt out
Curtain closed
Candles burning 'til they burnt out
We turned up that bullshit
We ain't concerned 'bout
Dick her down, pull her weave
Sweat her perm out
Is you scared, mama? Well, say it then
Is you ready, mama? Okay, then
It's three, four, five in the AM
If you got the game, we'll play then

Ay, you ever kicked it with a superstar?
I'll pick you up in a
Half a million dollar car
Lay it up in the five-star
Butt naked, got you bent over the mini bar
Yeah, cause I do it, baby
Exactly how you thought it go
Call me Mr paper Man or
Call me Mr lotta Dough
A lotta dough, you ain't gotta worry
I can take my fucking time or I
Can do it in a hurry
I'm a freak, and you know it
Put a candle between your ass
And I'll blow it
I'm talking Cool Whip, apple
Pie, chocolate cake, or ice cream
Spread across your inner thigh
Right up to your nahmean