Don't Know How To Act lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Yung Joc)

[Yung Joc:]

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

I'm in the club

Kush got it burning up

I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture

I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up

Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

All my niggas getting money

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Dirty goons and we stuntin'

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Got a whole lotta O

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Yeah, my pockets on swoll

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, wipin' my pumps, poppin' that Dom, pardon melange

Show stoppin', no flockin', I'm about to perform

Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm

I'm project, I'm ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm

Cold flu, 'cause I just blew 30 off cash

Blue with my swag, that's that Gucci duffle bag

Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag

Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack

Well 'cause I'm young gettin' money

Homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's

I'm in the club with my King Johnny's them diamonds is black

Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back

Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat

Married the rubber bands, hustlin', hustlin'

Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin', musclin'

Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin', tusslin'

Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin' and duckin'

[Yung Joc:]

I'm in the club

Kush got it burning up

I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture

I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up

Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

All my niggas getting money

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Dirty goons and we stunting

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Got a whole lotta O

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Yeah, my pockets on swoll

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, 20 bottles or better

I'm comin' in the club and I'm standin' on ya on the tootsie leather

I gotta be fly like Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather

That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather

So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record

Some fools on this sofa open up on the Oprah Winfrey show

It's no pressure

My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollars come with propellers

Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin' paper is pleasure

Homie don't you f'n with heffers that square me up like checkers

And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her

Meet uncle fester, ballin', my shawties they hot as peppers

Don't know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar

Down for whatever, hey!

I'm a donut nigga like glazed

On a couch like this my stage

Get money, don't get a nigga paid in Dade

They probably see minimum wage

My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-Aid

I ain't really got minutes, I party just like a rave!

[Yung Joc:]

I'm in the club

Kush got it burning up

I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture

I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up

Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

All my niggas getting money

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Dirty goons and we stunting

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Got a whole lotta O

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Yeah, my pockets on swoll

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

Don't know how to act

I'm in the club

Kush got it burning up

I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture

I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up

Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture