Suit and Tie Tab par Justin Timberlake

[Intro: Justin Timberlake]
Gm7
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie
Gm7
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
F#m
Can I show you a few things?
              A
A few things, a few things, little baby cause

Gm7
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Gm7
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
F#m
Let me show you a few things
A
Let me show you a few things

[Timbaland]
Wait a minute. You ready, JT?

Verse 1
         Gm7
I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking
Em
Going out so hot, just like an oven
Gm7
And I'll burn myself, but just had to touch it
F#m              A
It's so fire and it's all mine
          Gm7
Hey baby, we don't mind all the watching
Em
Cause if they study close, real close
Em
They might learn something
Gm7
She ain't nothing but a little doozie when she does it
F#m          A
She's so fire tonight

Chorus

       Gm7
And as long as I've got my suit and tie
Em
I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight
Gm7
And you got fixed up to the nines
F#m
Let me show you a few things
Gm7
All pressed up in black and white
Em
And you're dressed in that dress I like
Gm7
Love is swinging in the air tonight
F#m
Let me show you a few things
Gm7
Let me show you a few things
F#m                         A
Show you a few things about love

While we're in the swing of love
Gm7
Let me show you a few things
F#m                          A
Show you a few things about love
A
Hey

Verse 2 (Gm7,Em,Gm7,F#m,A - x2)

Chorus
...



Get out your seat, Hov

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
All black at the white shows
White shoes at the black shows
Green card for the Cuban links
Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show
Nothing exceeds like excess
Stoute got gout from having the best of the best
Is this what it's all about?
I'm at the restaurant
My rant disturbing the guests
Years of distress, tears on the dress
Trying to hide her face with some make up sex
This is truffle season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All Saints for my angel
Alexander Wang too
Ass-tight Denim and some Dunks
I'll show you how to do this young!
No papers, catch vapors
Get high, out Vegas
D'usses on doubles, ain't looking for trouble
You just got good genes so a nigga trying to cuff you
Tell your mother that I love her cause I love you
Tell your father we go farther as a couple
They ain't lose a daughter, got a son
I show you how to do this, hun!

Chorus