Justin Timberlake ft Jay-Z

Justin Timberlake – Suit & Tie
                              Lyrics

[Intro: Justin Timberlake]
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied
shit, tied
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied
shit
Can I show you a few things?
A few things, a few things, little
baby cause
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied
shit
I be on my suit and tie shit, tied
shit
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things

[Ad lib: Timbaland]
Wait a minute. You ready, JT?
[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]
I can't wait til I get you on the
floor, good-looking
Going hot so hot, just like an oven
And owww burn myself, but just
had to touch it
It's so fly and it's all mine
Hey baby, we don't mind all the
watching
Cause if they study close, real
close
They might learn something
She ain't nothing but a little doozy
when she does it
She's so fire tonight

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
And as long as I've got my suit and
tie
I'mma leave it all on the floor
tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you're dressed in that dress I
like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Now we’re in the swing of love
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love
Hey

[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]
Stop, let me get a good look at it
So thick, now I know why they call
it a fatty
Shit so sick got a hit and picked up
a habit
That's alright, cause you're all
mine
Go on and show 'em who you call
daddy
I guess they're just mad cause
girl, they wish they had it
My killer, my Thriller, yeah you're a
classic
And you're all mine tonight

[Hook]
[Ad lib: Justin Timberlake]
Hey, get out ya seat, Hov

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
All black at the white shows
White shoes at the black shows
Green card for the Cuban linx
Y'all sit back and enjoy the light
show
Nothing exceeds like excess
Stoute got gout from having the
best of the best
Is this what it's all about? I'm at
the rest-
...aurant with my rant disturbing
the guests

Years of distress, tears on the
dress
Try to hide her face with some
makeup sex
This is truffle season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All Saints for my angel
Alexander Wang too
Ass-tight Denim and some Dunks
I'll show you how to do this young!
No papers, catch vapors
Get high, out Vegas
D'usses on doubles, ain't looking
for trouble

You just got good genes so a nigga
tryna cuff you
Tell your mother that I love her
cause I love you
Tell your father we go farther as a
couple
They ain't lose a daughter, got a
son
I show you how to do this, huh!