Hey
If you know whats good
(If you know whats good)
If you know whats good
(If you know whats good) come on
Hey, if you know whats good
(If you know whats good)
Haters gon say its fake
So real
Haters gon say its fake
So real
Haters gon say its fake
So real
All my haters gon say its fake
I guess I got my swagger back
I said, put your filthy hands all over me
And no, this aint the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin up a mean servin
No question, I want it
Fire up, everybody smokin
Your friends, my friends
And they aint leavin till six in the morning (six in the morning)
Come chill, baby, you the coldest
Go far, put em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, dont you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin, "ooh, ooh"
So baby, dont you mind if I do
Look
Put your filthy hands all over me
And no, this aint the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that beast?
When I leave the cage open
Huh, walk to me, uh
No question, I want it
Fire up, everybody smokin
Your friends, my friends
And they aint leavin till six in the morning (six in the morning)
Come chill, baby, you the coldest
Go far, put em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, dont you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin, "ooh, ooh"
So baby, dont you mind if I do
Come on, break it down!
If you know whats good
(If you know whats good) come on
If you know whats good
(If you know whats good) come on
Hey if you know whats good
(If you know whats good)
Haters gon say its fake
So real
Haters gon say its fake
So real
Haters gon say its fake
So real
All my haters gon say its fake
Baby, dont you mind if I do
Exactly what you like times two (times two)
Got me singin, "ooh, ooh" (uh)
Baby, dont you mind if I do
(Come on!)
Your friends, my friends
And they aint leavin till six in the morning (six in the morning)
Huh your friends, my friends
And they aint leavin till six in the morning (six in the morning)
So put your filthy hands all over me
And no, this aint the clean version
Go on and put your filthy hands all over me
No, this aint the clean version
Do you see me?
Can you find me?
(Can you find me?)
Look closer
Through the trees
Do you see it?
Songwriters: Floyd Nathaniel Hills / James Edward Ii Fauntleroy / Justin R. Timberlake / Larrance Levar Dopson / Timothy Z. Mosley