Please Don’t Mind

[Intro: Boobonic & Mr. Man]
You can turn the mic down a lil' bit (C'mon)
M-R dot M-A-N (Yeah, yeah, see)
B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (We need all chicks to hit the floor, c'mon)
M-R dot M-A-N (Uh, yeah, c'mon, yeah)
B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (We need all chicks to hit the floor, c'mon)
M-R dot M-A-N (Uh, yeah, c'mon, yeah)
B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, yeah)
M-R dot M-A-N (Hit the floor, hit the floor)
B-double O-B-O-N-I-C (Hit the floor, c'mon)

[Verse 1: Boobonic]
Excuse me, bitch, what's your name?
Couple dollars ain't it, so what's your game?
Known fact 'cause I'm gettin' cash
Don't dance face to face, bitch, gimme the ass
I'll help you out if you had a long day
Dick like good advice, it can go a long way
Front, 'cause I knocked y'all down
I should remodel homes, I knock walls down
I'm with all that shit, y'all
Talk about, oh, what I don't hit raw
Nah, hit the floor like a bank hold up
Have I ever loved a chick? Lemme think, hold up
No, I'm all about the dough
And you shouldn't give a fuck if it's not your ho
Oh, that hatin' shit you did, ain't done us
Playas and we get more head then new hundreds

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Please don't mind how I pursue
Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do
Let's get high, sit for a few
Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you

[Verse 2: Mr. Man]
Yo, let me tell you how I pursue
Spit game in they ear and it's proper, too
Say we stayin' at the Fontainebleau
I'ma ball every day, spend a grand or two (Psyche)
Hit the beach, forget the sheets
Get it down right there, chick, touch your feet
Look, bro, that's so much game
Y'all think y'all know my aim
That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame
And it ain't got no change
Chick, listen up, want dick or what?
Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up
Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get
Hit for free, then Boo gon' hit
No, they not like M-R dot
I hit, touch base and ball like White Sox

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Please don't mind how I pursue
Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do
Let's get high, sit for a few
Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you
Please don't mind how I pursue
Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do
Let's get high, sit for a few
Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you

[Verse 3: Boobonic & Mr. man]
Look around, dawg, what you see, nigga?
Whole lotta model bitches, then me, nigga
Me and Dot in a drop and it's pearl
With jewels so sick make niggas wanna hurl
Do it look like I care that's your girl?
She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way thorough
You talkin' shit, don't concern her
As far as fuckin' go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner
I send 'em home in the cab to tell
I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (Plus)
You jel' everywhere it at (And)
Got ice in your bezzie, where it at?
Y'all dudes is strictly losers
We 'gone blow like lightbulbs and fuses
Tell your man he better slow his roll
Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Please don't mind how I pursue
Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do
Let's get high, sit for a few
Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you
Please don't mind how I pursue
Don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do
Let's get high, sit for a few
Then after that, let's go, I'm fuckin' you