Hit Me Baby One More Time

...Baby One More Time was the lead single from Britney Spears' debut album (also titled ...Baby One More Time) and was written and co-produced by Max Martin, a prolific Swedish music producer. The single was released in October of 1998 and quickly climbed to the number one position on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1999, where it stayed for two weeks. Internationally, the single reached number one in every country that it charted, including the United Kingdom, France, Australia, and Spain. According to the ...Baby One More Time Songfacts, when Spears went on her first world tour, this was a centerpiece of the show, with two cannons at the front of the stage blasting confetti all over fans in the first few rows. The tour was a showcase for Spears' dancing, which critics appreciated a lot more than her singing. ...Baby One More Time was accompanied by a music video, in which Britney wore several different outfits and performed various choreography to the song. The video takes place in a high school, where Britney and her classmates are waiting for the end of the day. Once the bell rings, the song starts and the dancing begins. Total Request Live (TRL) declared ...Baby One More the single most iconic video of the TRL-era during its final episode, making ...Baby One More Time the final video played on the program. Currently, ...Baby One More Time is Britney's first of five number one hits during her career(the others being Womanizer, 3, Hold It Against Me and the remix of S&M). The single has been certified platinum by the RIAA with sales of over one million units. The song was ranked #25 on Rolling Stone and MTV's list of the 100 Greatest Pop Songs of All Time and is #9 on Blender's list of the 500 Greatest Songs Since You Were Born.

[Intro: Fetty Wap] RGF productions Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738 [Bridge: Fetty Wap] I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door I just want to chill Got a sack for us to roll Married to the money Introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it Now she remixing for low She my trap queen Let her hit the bando We be counting up Watch how far them bands go We just set a goal Talking matching Lambos 56 a gram, 5 100 grams though Man, I swear I love her How she work the damn pole Hit the strip club We be letting bands go Everybody hating We just call them fans though In love with the money I ain't never letting go [Hook: Fetty Wap] And I get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can rob with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah And I can rob with my baby I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can rob with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" [Verse: Shy Glizzy] That's my trap queen That's a nigga dream ho After she gave me head She asked me am I single Threw her the pocket rocket That bitch got the beam though Fucked 5 Glizzys in a row That's why I call her bingo And I get high with your baby Nigga we not beefing Or its bye for your babies And I get fly with your baby We be all in Neimans Oh, she tired of going to Macy's She say, "Jefe, My dear, you're the trapper of the year!" Hit me baby one more time Ooh, she got that Britney Spears Keep that chopper at her house And she don't touch it because she's scared And I call her every time I got to bust a nigga head My trap queen Keep her out the rap scene She had a Maxima I think her name was Maxine Her daddy shoot the dope That ain't no fucking vaccine I used to serve his ass before I did the rap thing [Hook: Fetty Wap] And I get high with my baby I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can rob with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah And I can rob with my baby I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah And I can rob with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" [Bridge: Fetty Wap] I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello" Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door I just want to chill Got a sack for us to roll Married to the money Introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it Now she remixing for low She my trap queen Let her hit the bando We be counting up Watch how far them bands go We just set a goal Talking matching Lambos 56 a gram, 5 100 grams though Man, I swear I love her How she work the damn pole Hit the strip club We be letting bands go Everybody hating We just call them fans though In love with the money I ain't never letting go