Touch It (Remix) [Featuring Mary J. Blige, Missy Elliott and Rah Digga]
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (ayo, Swizzy)
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (I told these niggas I was coming back to bust they ass)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (okay!)
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (remix! Part two!)
See, now you know who the God be
Back runnin' the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode, bitch, look see ain't nothin' changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (turn it up!)
When you see me in the spot, you niggas better respect it
Y'all already know where I rep, ain't no reason to check it
And y'all know that you ain't fuckin' with me, just for the record
So instead, I'ma let Mary J. Blige come and set it
(Now get low, Mary)
Maybe you can guess who it is (uh-huh)
Mary J. Blige, I'm 'bout to handle my biz (uh-huh)
I'm on my grown woman, still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin' a bid (turn it up!)
Now you know who's really the queen, deliver the mail
Seven hundred thirty thousand, first week of my sales
The haters plot and they watch, lookin' all pale
While I'm on a yacht, overseas, doin' my nails
(Get low, Mary)
Well, let me show you how we do
I gotta thank everyone for copping The Breakthrough
Bus' did take one, the remix is take two
You love the way we reinventing
How we just stay new (turn it up!)
How we selling out the stadiums, arenas and all
Only Louis and Gucci, we don't shop at the mall
Got you partying and dancing and having a ball
And you loving the way we repping
How we do it for y'all, go ahead and
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low Digga)
See me rolling up in your hood
These jokers screaming, "Damn, Rah still be looking good"
They do they little mack, be asking me who I tap
Ain't none of your concern
You a G, make it hap' (turn it up!)
When I give a nigga some play, he losing his brain
Asking me a bunch of questions, acting like he my man
Wanna stress a bitch out, telling me I done changed
I'm sayin', "Damn, my bad if you fell for the game"
(Get low, Digga)
Now he sittin' there lookin' stuck
He's thinkin' 'cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thing, I'm sayin' let a bitch know
Type to empty an account, how far you willin' to go? (Turn it up!)
Now he hopin' on the jet, he ain't wastin' no time
Told me all expense paid, any place I could find
Hit the islands in the winter, trickin' all on his dime
Ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Bus, this is serious, man!)
(Get low, Missy)
I'm jinglin' baby, go 'head mami
Don't I look charmin', put your lips up on me
Kiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would (turn it up!)
You like to see me when I dip, baby, dip
Don't it look like I got Beyonce"s hips
Lookin' like I could be like Nia Long
Boy, you smokin' that Cheech and Chong (Get low, Missy)
Have you ever seen thickness in a thong?
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of Patrón
Nigga, bring it on, I might let you take me home (turn it up!)
Now Busta Bus, Misdemeanor in here
This year, be clear, y'all best beware
In fear, emcees, y'all ain't come near
I'm toxic, baby, like I'm Britney Spears
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
See, I ain't even gotta talk to y'all
I let the Queens of the game get at y'all
See, y'all ain't even in my league
Flipmode, bitch!
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (I told these niggas I was coming back to bust they ass)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (okay!)
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (remix! Part two!)
See, now you know who the God be
Back runnin' the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode, bitch, look see ain't nothin' changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (turn it up!)
When you see me in the spot, you niggas better respect it
Y'all already know where I rep, ain't no reason to check it
And y'all know that you ain't fuckin' with me, just for the record
So instead, I'ma let Mary J. Blige come and set it
(Now get low, Mary)
Maybe you can guess who it is (uh-huh)
Mary J. Blige, I'm 'bout to handle my biz (uh-huh)
I'm on my grown woman, still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin' a bid (turn it up!)
Now you know who's really the queen, deliver the mail
Seven hundred thirty thousand, first week of my sales
The haters plot and they watch, lookin' all pale
While I'm on a yacht, overseas, doin' my nails
(Get low, Mary)
Well, let me show you how we do
I gotta thank everyone for copping The Breakthrough
Bus' did take one, the remix is take two
You love the way we reinventing
How we just stay new (turn it up!)
How we selling out the stadiums, arenas and all
Only Louis and Gucci, we don't shop at the mall
Got you partying and dancing and having a ball
And you loving the way we repping
How we do it for y'all, go ahead and
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low Digga)
See me rolling up in your hood
These jokers screaming, "Damn, Rah still be looking good"
They do they little mack, be asking me who I tap
Ain't none of your concern
You a G, make it hap' (turn it up!)
When I give a nigga some play, he losing his brain
Asking me a bunch of questions, acting like he my man
Wanna stress a bitch out, telling me I done changed
I'm sayin', "Damn, my bad if you fell for the game"
(Get low, Digga)
Now he sittin' there lookin' stuck
He's thinkin' 'cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thing, I'm sayin' let a bitch know
Type to empty an account, how far you willin' to go? (Turn it up!)
Now he hopin' on the jet, he ain't wastin' no time
Told me all expense paid, any place I could find
Hit the islands in the winter, trickin' all on his dime
Ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Bus, this is serious, man!)
(Get low, Missy)
I'm jinglin' baby, go 'head mami
Don't I look charmin', put your lips up on me
Kiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would (turn it up!)
You like to see me when I dip, baby, dip
Don't it look like I got Beyonce"s hips
Lookin' like I could be like Nia Long
Boy, you smokin' that Cheech and Chong (Get low, Missy)
Have you ever seen thickness in a thong?
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of Patrón
Nigga, bring it on, I might let you take me home (turn it up!)
Now Busta Bus, Misdemeanor in here
This year, be clear, y'all best beware
In fear, emcees, y'all ain't come near
I'm toxic, baby, like I'm Britney Spears
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
See, I ain't even gotta talk to y'all
I let the Queens of the game get at y'all
See, y'all ain't even in my league
Flipmode, bitch!
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Credits
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith, Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel Homem Christo
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