[Music] Usher – Get in My Car ft Bun B

American singer-songwriter and performer, Usher, introduces a captivating new song titled "Get in My Car".

This loveable track showcases Usher's exceptional talent as both a writer and composer. Released in 2010, "Get in My Car" is an absolute gem that should not be overlooked.

The song is featured on the critically acclaimed album, "Raymond v Raymond (Expanded Edition)", which further solidifies Usher's status as a musical powerhouse.

Adding to the brilliance of this single is the collaboration with award-winning music star, Bun B. His contribution to the song is nothing short of amazing, delivering a verse that perfectly complements Usher's vocals.

Behind the scenes, the talented music producer Polow Da Don worked his magic to bring "Get in My Car" to life. His production skills shine through, creating a captivating sound that will have listeners hooked from the first note.

In conclusion, "Get in My Car" is a must-listen for any fan of Usher or R&B music in general. With its infectious melody, heartfelt lyrics, and stellar collaborations, this song is a true masterpiece. So don't miss out on the opportunity to experience the magic of Usher's musical genius. Listen, share, and enjoy!

Usher Get in My Car Lyrics:
(Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss)
(Y'all niggas never learn)
Yeah, Usher, baby, uh (you can't really fuck with me)
Uh, this club is crowded, we should go (hey)
Telly got rooms, but I got more
Rooms ain't enough
Come on, baby girl, that's what's up (that's what's up)
One-one more drink and we ready to cut
You tuggin' my front, I'm squeezin' ya butt
If you ain't gon' finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
Don't start no stuff (yeah)

Know you wanna leave with me (yeah)
You wanna be seen with me? (Uh-huh)
I can't lie, girl, you fine as hell
And I might let you be with me, uh (yeah)
I know you wanna come with me (yeah)
Come take a ride with me (uh)
Can't be shy, girl
'Least not tonight, girl

Club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
Rooms ain't enough
Come on, baby girl, that's what's up (that's what's up)
One-one more drink and we ready to cut
You tuggin' my front, I'm squeezin' ya butt
If you ain't gon' finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
Don't start no stuff

There's too many woman here to waste all my time on you
Oh, what you gonna do, girl?
Just know that I can have anyone of you if I choose (yeah) (I)
And I choose you (yeah)
I choose you (yeah)

I say ayy, ayy, you, you (yeah)
Get in my car, get in my car (uh-huh)
Get in my car, get in my car
You know you wanna roll

Is that your girl lookin' at me? (Yeah)
Be clear where y'all wanna be (uh-huh)
Me on you, her on me
If you feelin' free
We can do it three (just playin')
Club 'bout to close up
Girl, gon' make your mind up
Get you back to my crib with your feet up
Make love 'til it's kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

Club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
Rooms ain't enough
Come on, baby girl, that's what's up (that's what's up)
One-one more drink and we ready to cut
You tuggin' my front, I'm squeezin' ya butt
If you ain't gon' finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
Don't start no stuff

There's too many woman here to waste all my time on you
Oh, what you gonna do, girl?
Just know that I can have anyone of you if I choose (yeah) (I)
And I choose you (yeah)
I choose you (yeah)

Well it's big Bun B the man, back on my B.I.
Never been an everyday Joe like G.I.
Sittin' on a stack of greenbacks 'bout knee high
From the underground, I'm a king like T.I.
Son, Bun low-pro like a P.I. (damn)
Run back and tell that like a C.I.
Bread on the regular, swag, you see mine
With the boy Usher, you know that we fly
Fresher than a mall, richer than a bank (bank)
Big body Benz sit bigger than a tank (tank)
Ball up in the club, we gon' buy up all the drank (drank)
And holla at your girl, give a damn what ya think (think)
Fuck how you feel, I'ma keep it real
I'ma let your baby girl know what's the deal
Put it on pimp, lil' mama, keep it trill
Drink get low, think you need a refill
Know you wit' your man and ya still go down
Might be a fool but he ain't gon' clown (clown)
He know a real G when he see one
He better get like me and try to be one (be one)
You know what it do, let it be done
Get it now 'fore you see it on the re-run
Take it to the spot, get your ass hot
And you can run back and tell your girls what we done
Tell ya what, I'm go give ya one shot
Give ya one chance, girl, show me what ya got
Drop it down low to the floor, let it pop
Twerk that thing, work it, don't stop (don't stop)
Tell your man that his ass out of luck (out of luck)
I'm finna to put your bad ass in the trunk (in the trunk)
Take ya back to the crib and cut
That's what's up (that's what's up)

Club is crowded, we should go
Telly got rooms, but I got more
Rooms ain't enough
Come on, baby girl, that's what's up (that's what's up)
One-one more drink and we ready to cut
You tuggin' my front, I'm squeezin' ya butt
If you ain't gon' finish, don't start no stuff (I just wanna touch)
Don't start no stuff

There's too many woman here to waste all my time on you
Oh, what you gonna do, girl?
Just know that I can have anyone of you if I choose (yeah) (I)
And I choose you (yeah)
I choose you (yeah)

I say ayy, ayy, you, you
Get in my car, get in my car
Get in my car, get in my car
You know you wanna roll
Ayy, ayy, you, you
Get in my car, get in my car
Get in my car, get in my car
You know you wanna roll