Gigolo - Nick Cannon ft R. Kelly (lyrics) [Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!) (We in the club singing this for money, ha!) [Chorus - R. Kelly] I\u0027m a gigolo, spending lot\u0027s a dough You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on four\u0027s And how I\u0027m shining, wit the fresh, fresh clothes Always surrounded, by so many (HOES!) I\u0027m a gigolo, always on the go Everytime I turn around, I got another show In the club, hit about three in a row Drop in the Six, \u0027cause I love them (HO!) [Verse 1 - Nick Cannon] Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down Bushes we won\u0027t beat around, bushes we just eat \u0027em now Feeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebanese Head to her knees, please if you ever need a bachelor remember me Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me I thought you would never leave You wanna name meLike A-merie Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees Tryna get lil\u0027 mami, in that thang of reese Only getting in for free, if you came wit me Cause I\u0027ma grown man, not B2K If I need a girlfriend, it won\u0027t be to-day No, I\u0027m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kels on ducati\u0027s, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Nick Cannon] Ma I\u0027m busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floor Ma I\u0027m feeling yo heels, them Christian Dior\u0027s I\u0027m like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game But like my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs Let my hair grow, cause I was looking for a change Shorty call me the Scare Crow, I\u0027m looking for some brain In \u0022The Wiz\u0022, there it go, here it is, where the show Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawls So shorty just shake it, make a round of applause If you outta Hypnotic, \u0027nother round at the bar And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car No, I\u0027m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kels on ducati\u0027s, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee, tryna leave the club Wit a groupie, wit a groupie [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Nick Cannon] Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us You don\u0027t need ya car keys, we gon\u0027 fair in the bus And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss So DAMN!, how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on her Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone This the type of ... I\u0027m on, not picking up the phone Unless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coat Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth Come through in something new, wit the invisible roof Oh the settings on my necklace them invisible too... When we do what we do, we can\u0027t be visible boo The last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call you Initiated first move, shorty that was all you I\u0027m NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kels on ducati\u0027s, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee [Chorus]