Pocketbook

[Intro: Jennifer Hudson] Give it to me Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Say it again? Oh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Check this out here [Verse 1: Jennifer Hudson] Lookin' at my body, I bet you're thinkin' 'bout it Don't you wanna know how I get down? (Uh-huh) Take a number, baby You ain't the only brother tryna get up under my skirt now (Uh-huh) Rockin' all your hot shit, stuntin', thinkin' that your God's gift to woman More like a buzz in my ear piece, shoo fly, don't bother me [Pre-Chorus: Jennifer Hudson] I got my hair in a ponytail, and they on me Trust me, I can get 'em off They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the wall, and I make em' say [Chorus: Jennifer Hudson] Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh D-d-d-d-don't make me (Oh) [Verse 2: Jennifer Hudson] Tell ya baby daddy he ain't holdin' no weight Cause he gots cake and no knife (Knife) Ain't nobody cuttin', so cut it out, cut it out, alright? So you don't know my face now, got it? Lookin' at me from the waist down, stop it Said I'm a hard pill to swallow, fella, but I can make you feel better [Pre-Chorus: Jennifer Hudson] I got my hair in a ponytail, and they on me Trust me, I can get 'em off They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the wall, and I make em' say [Chorus: Jennifer Hudson] Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh (Hey) Don't make me hit you with my, uh Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh Hey, hey, get it ya'll [Bridge: Jennifer Hudson & Ludacris] Said you got a lot of nerve (Lot of nerve) Playing with my feelings, boy Do you always speak before you think? (Do you gotta? Ah-ah) Lucky me, I know the game I'm gonna flip my hair and walk away If you follow me it's on and poppin' (Is that right?) 'Cause I think you're gettin' out of pocket (OK) Stop it! (Luda!) Before ya make me...Oh! [Verse 3: Ludacris] Before I make you do what, girl? You know you want it Your body's nice, but eh, you need some Luda on it So find a mattress so we can start jookin' on it, movin' on it Baby, 'cause tonight's the night for you to rock up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic (Right) It's Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls I know magic, poof! Do away with your clothes Then come here and let Luda give that body a rub, 'cause, damn little mama, you thick as a mug Just how them Southern boys like it Hurry up and get me some punch, I might spike it Party in my Babsen, yes, you're invited, so we can make a wet scene And win an Oscar, all up in your best dream Girl, I think you know you're driving me crazy They jinglin', baby, go 'head, baby With two hams in your pants, girl, I think you's a crook Let me touch what's under that- [Chorus: Jennifer Hudson & (Ludacris)] Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ohh-ahh, ohh-ahh, ooh (Haha, you ain't gonna do nothin') Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh, ooh (Go ahead and do it then, haha, what?) Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook (Luda!)