Timbaland

Scheming for no reason

On the scene, I keep the fire

Background hitting, once I pull it

Make it la, la, la, la, la, la

I know what you thinking, baby

Know I try, try, try

Way too many nights, alone

Baby girl (uh-huh)

I'm the man from the Midwest Grave (grey)

Won't you come play 'round my way? (Uh-huh)

And listen to what I gotta say

Feeling something like mystery, the way I trick a bitch (yeah)

Dead man making history, every time I flip that switch (what?)

Forward-thinking was a nine-to-five, dead bitch, I'm clocking in

Fuck Eric Sparrow and those Hawaiian tapes, bi- bitch I'm dropping in, in, in

Bitch, you knocking on the wrong door, I got something for ya

Trick or treat, bitch, we eat pussies, acting like they know us

Don't be sweet, talk is cheap, so I gotta check your balance

If he deep in the red, no, you cannot come around us (no)

Baby girl (uh-huh)

I'm the man from the Midwest Grave (grey)

Won't you come play 'round my way? (Uh-huh)

And listen to what I gotta say