All Y’all Timbaland (Ft. Garland "Sebastian" Mosley, Magoo & Tweet)

[Intro: Timbaland]
Uh, feel me
To all the women across the world, we can't diss y'all
We gotta love ya, that's real, uh

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
To all my ladies in lingerie
Never underage, who stay gettin paid
Who like to take trips where the sun is shade
To my women who love to ball out
And spend all that money 'til ya fall out
I feel like a pimp with a different pimp game
With a different pimp name, with a little pimp fame
I'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of things
Even got a gat loaded for that ass
I love my mind, love my soul, love my body
I don't drink or smoke that's why I love my body
You might catch me chillin with a little short hottie
With a little piercin on her body
Yes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseas
Japenese girls even love my beats
They say, "Timbaland we love you
We love the dope things that you do"
Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya"
They even call me things like wicked, and the f'n gov'na
That's why I can't forget y'all
That's why I had to make this roll call, uh