Show Me (feat. Trey Songz, Juicy J, 2 Chainz & Chris Brown) - Remix

Woo baby
 I said baby, yeah yeah
 Uh mustard on the beat, go!
 Baby let me put your panties to the side (uh)
 I'ma make you feel alright (right, right)
 I'ma give you what you need quick, baby it's the remix
 Mami you remind me of something (baby you remind me)
 But I don't know what it is (I don't even know)
 'Cause you remind me of something (girl you gotta show me)
 Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright)
 You remind me of something (baby you remind me)
 But I don't know what it is right now (I don't even know)
 'Cause you remind me of something (uh)
 Girl you gotta show me
 Uh, on the real, no
 West coast back like '94
 Just picture me rollin' in my own lane
 Should of listened to the hype though, hold that
 And show me something
 Dj ain't palying nothing but mustard
 Catch up to the bandwagon, fuck us friday
 I'm feeling like the old Chris Tucker
 And we go for the record
 Trying to go platinum
 And add a couple karats
 Being low key kinda hard with the cameras
 Her boyfriend here
 But she looking so careless
 Baby you remind me of something (baby you remind me) (uh)
 But I don't know what it is (I don't even know)
 'Cause you remind me of something (uh)
 Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright)
 You remind me of something (uh)
 But I don't know what it is right now
 'Cause you remind me of something
 Girl you gotta show me (alright)
 Hold up
 Don't you know that this the remix
 And she just got her weave fixed
 Niggas go and get your weed lit
 All my Cali niggas need it
 Let's get to that booty that you throwin' around baby
 I give that booty work, I'ma never go lazy
 Dancing with your girl, in your own world
 Face like an Angel, is it wrong?
 I can't wait to bang you (pow)
 How you acting like a little devil?
 Speed up, slow down
 Whoa now, gas pedal
 Clap it, smack it, grab it
 Tyrin' tell you
 Booty dumb, booty dumb
 Yeah that ass special
 Baby you remind me of something
 But I dont know what it is (I dont even know)
 'Cause you remind me of something
 Girl you gotta show me
 Baby you remind me of something
 But I dont know what it is right now
 'Cause you remind me of something
 Girl you gotta show me (yeah)
 Bring it back, let's get it baby
 I just wanna fork you at the dinner table
 Shawty come pull up a seat at the winners table
 We don't get attached, we too busy getting paper
 Foreign cars make 'em both lose they top
 Just turned 21 and she fiendin' for shots
 Heard she from the west coast, all she fuck with is pacs
 So I give her California love while I'm high (uh-huh)
 Like, you remind me of somethin'
 Leave the club, we can bang like we from Compton
 Pull a lambo round back
 Bellaire we down there
 Make a movie in the club
 Shawty this the soundtrack
 Baby you remind me of something
 But I don't even know what it is (I don't know)
 'Cause you remind me of something
 Girl you gotta show me (alright)
 Baby you remind me, you remind me of something (uh)
 But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)
 'Cause you remind me of something
 Girl you gotta show me, yeah
 Baby if you know what it is
 (On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type)
 Hands in the air, lookin' for a bitch right now
 (On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type)
 Two red girls, eating red beans and rice
 We popeyes eat hot fries
 You should see what i got parked outside
 I kiss my girl every time I'm at a stop sign
 My ex left me for another nigga
 Then she realized she stuck with a sucker nigga
 Uh yeah, you a go getta', then you should go get her
 The type to put forgiatos on a four wheeler
 I put violators on the floor seat
 I'm getting money and you sattin' on my broke meter
 A stripper say she need I save coupons
 Just bought a Cadi, that bitch came with Grey poupon
 Baby let me put your panties to the side
 I'ma make you feel alright
 I'ma give you what you need quick (need, yeah)
 Baby its the remix
 Baby you remind me of something (I don't even know)
 But I dont know what it is
 'Cause you remind me of something
 Girl you gotta show me
 Baby you remind me of something
 Nevermind I don't know what it is (right now)
 'Cause you remind me of something (oh!)
 Girl you gotta show me
 Show (baby if you know what it is)
 On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type
 Hands in the air, lookin' for a bitch right now
 On the real, can't lie, mean you're just my type (lookin' for ya)