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