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On And On lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Kevin Rudolf)
And you never heard a sound like this before
Back, still hot, and you want some more?
[Flo Rida:]
I said that c-c-can't be her's
All that bottom b-b-bottom
Then again, that might be hers
U-up top and get my dollars for sure
Then I meet my mama let's go
Think about this girl all 24
My mind, her whistle she blow
Make me wanna li-lick her below
I talk about her, shawty fly
I wanna-wanna be the pilot
Perfect girl, shawty shy
And I can't keep silent
Tell my brother, my ex-lover
All my homies and my uncle damn
There she is, I'mma be quiet
Listen carefully
[Kevin Rudolf:]
Even got me talkin' 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body's got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on
[Flo Rida:]
I-I can feel her love, she's a model, super model, I know
Look at that-that strut, that Coca bottle, b-b-ottle, hello
Just know shawty on point like, elbow
We can flip a coin and I want both
Her head, her tails, I'm obsessed with this female
And her chest like, oh, jewels
She's so blessed, mmm-mmm she smells
[?] than a mother- I almost cuss
This girl make me wanna fu- I mean cut
Action totally, it's some attraction
Mmm! There she go again
Come here, girl
I even be talkin' to myself
[Kevin Rudolf:]
Even got me talkin' 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body's got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on
[Flo Rida (Kevin Rudolf):]
So fine, you're the one (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
So fine, you're the one (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
So fine, you're the one (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
On and on and on (On and on and on)
[Kevin Rudolf:]
Even got me talkin' 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body's got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) lyrics - Flo Rida
[Flo Rida:]
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, let's go
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Shawty, got it jumpin' around and I'm thrown
And we gotta couple of rounds of Nuvo
Everybody lookin' around like, uh, oh
Okay, whatcha say? Let's play
Shake it with a little bit of Beyoncé
Turn around and give it to me, shawty, get paid
Do it for them girls, they be jealous anyway
On stage, I wanna be amazed
Pop that, drop that, it's ya birthday
Top that, got stacks, work for this stage
Stop that, lock that, work it in place
You the best, shawty, don't be scurred
Let loose, get a Louis like hers
You the truth, get money, it's yours
Back it up like that, yes, sir
Oh, oh, baby, want some more, baby?
I love the way you do it 'cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down, so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, let's go
It's your sexy that got me now
Willin' to bet they can't shut you down
I'm impressed the way you makin' it bounce
Workin' the middle again, makin' it jiggle again
Hello, let's go, just know
I love the way you do it, how you take it to the floor
Show 'em how you do it like you ready for the pole
Baby, you can do it fifty times in a row
Them rows get ready for yo' pose
Lights, camera, action, lose control
Ain't got to practice, you's a pro
All types of magic, lose the clothes
Gotta party like this yo' world
Make yo' booty go stupid, girl
So hot and I love them curves
Off top, shawty, mark my words
Oh, oh, baby, want some more, baby?
I love the way you do it 'cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down, so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, let's go
I don't have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-stutterin'
How can I make you stay?
I don't have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-stutterin'
Stutterin', stutterin'
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Oh, oh, baby, want some more baby?
I love the way you do it cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, let's go
Come With Me lyrics - Flo Rida
I met a lot of women on the road
My pimping is world wide
And everybody knows, uh
But something about her
Makes me wanna slow it
Spend a little more time
I like that she has a mind on her
I gotta get her
Won't, stop 'til I got her
She focus, she go to school
She works from ten to two, he-yo
'Cause shawty, 'cause shawty, 'cause shawty's fly
I can use someone like you by my side
As long as you're a rider, rider, I can lower you down
Or provider, -vider, baby, are you down?
So you should get to know me
Little Mama
So tell me, what it's gonna be, little mama?
Hop in the ride, in the passenger side
I'll show you just how to roll
Come kick with me tonight eh-yo
Don't be afraid
Everything is alright
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna rock and see?
What do we have here now?
Now, do you ride or die tonight?
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna run, quick see
What do we have here now
Now do you ride or die tonight?
The perfect situation for us both
'Cause shawty, you want your ground
And I'm let you handle mines, boo
Just tell me what you need, and it's a go
I love the fact that you fine
So movie girl, can we can drive-thru?
Foot off the pedal, like you and the stilettos
Wanna make you the one
Get freaky under the sun, eh-yo
That body, that body, that body right
We can get straight to business every night
As long as you a rider, rider, I can lower you down
Or provider, -vider, baby, are you down?
So you should get to know me, little mama
So tell me, what's it gonna be, little mama?
Hop in the ride, in the passenger side
I'll show you just how to roll
Come kick with me tonight eh-yo
Don't be afraid
Everything is alright
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna run quick, see?
What do we have here now?
Now, do you ride or die tonight?
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna run, quick, see?
What do we have here now?
Now do you ride or die tonight?
Who Dat Girl lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Akon)
[Flo Rida:]
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
I'll be looking at everybody else watching
I don't wanna be obnoxious
But this girl worth the gossip
Take away the smile
The tattoos now, forever she very guardless
I imagine her topless
She might set off my rocket
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
On and poppin'
She mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
Return, I'm gonna celebrate, glitter to my life
I should twitter this is girl, she's sparkling
[Akon:]
She ain't no rock star
But she's got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
[Flo Rida:]
Hey, they wanna know my mam name
'Cause that where she get from
They ain't never shot her with silicone
Shawty is her and her she's the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one
I wish she would'a told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
Like damn, can I be yo' police badge?
Pull it up, get a little cozy and
Woman is sort'a like a oldie jam
Record some shh on a playboy cam
She ain't no actress
The movie found my mattress
Rock star, none of that practice
But still she's got fanatics
[Akon:]
She ain't no rock star
But she's got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
[Flo Rida:]
Oh, whoa, whoa
Look at her go, whoa, whoa
I wanna know, whoa, whoa
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
Oh, whoa, whoa
Look at her go, whoa, whoa
I wanna know, whoa, whoa
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
[Akon:]
She ain't no rock star
But she's got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
21 lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Laza Morgan)
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she's ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down!
[Flo Rida:]
Yeah, shut it down, 21 like gambling
Black Jack, show the bet, showing all the skin
Go in there, she a ten, 'bout to bring her friends
Throw it back like what's that happening?
In the morning, I'm patronin'
Half the bottle 'cause she's probably a woman
Drunk up, feel better in the morning
Drank up, ran out like whoa
Don't want the club to get closed
Around like mile 24
When she came to the door
[?] let's go
What happens in the spot tonight, they won't know
The birthday girl is out of control
Like it's room, my show for sure
'Cause she's 21 years old
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down!
[Flo Rida:]
Oh, you know that what happens at a 21st B-Day
Stays at a 21st B-Day
Gotta go hard, you don't wanna take it easy
Shut it down, get the shout out from the D.J
One drop on the birthday girl
The beat 21 is your world
Do you [?]
Real talk in the [?], I heard
The momma don't curr like it's all about her
She don't see nobody like at all, it's a blur
151 the caughty got nerd
Shots on [?]
Hella fun in the club, non-stop
Show her love, how to stay in the spot
Show [?] got it on lock
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down
[Flo Rida:]
I'm spending money tonight
Give you the time of your life
The after party's back at my house (My house)
I've got a present for you
It's waiting up in my room
But I wanna give it to you right now (Right now)
Who wants another round?
We're 'bout to take them down
I'm spending birthday cake
How you're shaking that [?]
She's turning 21, the night has just begun
We gonna be living in a
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down
Respirator lyrics - Flo Rida
Need all my money
(Uh) I want all my cash
I need all my money
(Uh) I want all my cash
And you can lea' yo ass
(Oh-oh)
She said it was her cousin (Oh-oh)
All along, that nigga was her man (Oh-oh)
Played me like Disneyland
Dolla duck, I took a hit like contraband (Yeah) (Oh-oh)
Seen all the warnings (Oh-oh)
Damn near showed all the signs (Oh-oh)
I was looking for some party time
The wrong bitch showed up, make ya talk about her
Out to rob me, don't mess with a loaded gun (Oh-oh)
Y'all niggas tryna have some fun
She only love me
I throw five thousand ones, up
See, that's bad for business (Oh-oh)
That's what I had to learn (Oh-oh)
And that's what she got to learn
I ain't going no where for your concern, girl
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
(Oh-oh)
I wanna place an order (Oh-oh)
A number one, you can keep the cheese (Oh-oh)
Yeah shorty, I got the cheese
She work the drive-through
Why, when you can leave with me, now (Oh-oh)
Miss independent (Oh-oh)
'Til I start breaking bread (Oh-oh)
Reminiscing on the girl I met
Ooh, ooh back and forth until she came corrected (Oh-oh)
Gave me your body (Oh-oh)
Got me thinking I'm the only one (Oh-oh)
Now baby girl, get the Louis Vuitton
Got every nigga with a figure, got me jumping the gun
(Oh-oh)
Should I delete my twitter? (Oh-oh)
Would that be an Indian giver? (Oh-oh)
She got a man, but I wanna be wit' her
Shorty like my silent killer
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Girl, drop it low
Pick it up, don't stop (No no no no)
Take your love and my heart might stop (No no no no)
Falling in love, up in this club
Watching them bring me bottles of bub
Baby, are you taking me home?
Girl, if you don't, I will spend it all
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Club Can't Handle Me lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. David Guetta)
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
Haha! Can't nothin' handle me right now!
I see you, D. Guetta, let's get 'em!
[Flo Rida:]
Hey
I own the night and I don't need no help
Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt
Stuntin' gone wild, can't handle this player
Life of the club arrogant like yeah
Talk like money so the girls just melt
One too many, all on me like twelve
Look like cash and they all just stare
Bottles, models, standin' on chairs
Ball out 'cause that's the business
All out, it's so ridiculous
Zone out, so much attention
Scream out, I'm in the building, hey!
They watchin', I know this
I'm rockin', I'm rollin'
I'm holdin', I know it, you know it
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
[Flo Rida:]
Hey
Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control
Can't stop now, more shots, let's go
Ten more rounds, can I get a K.O.?
Paparazzi tryna make me pose
Came to party 'til I can't no more
Celebrate 'cause that's all I know
Tip the groupies takin' off they clothes
Grand finale like Super Bowl
Go hard, I run the show
That's right, wild out, got money to blow
More lights, more ice, when I walk in the door
No hype, do it big all over the globe
Yeah! I said it, go tell it
Confetti, who ready?
I'm ready! You ready? Let's get it!
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
[Flo Rida:]
You got me watchin' now (Yeah)
Got my attention now (Yeah)
Got everybody in the club wantin' to know now
I am a ladies' man, come and be my lady and
We can ball, so, ah!
Bring ya body here, let me switch up ya atmosphere
Take you out of the club and up in my new Lear (Yeah)
Fly you all around the world
What you want, baby girl?
Are you ready to go, now?
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
[Flo Rida:]
Put your hands up!
Let's celebrate now!
Put your hands up!
Put your hands up!
Let's celebrate now!
Put your hands up!
You know who shut 'em down!
Why You Up In Here lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Ludacris, Git Fresh, Gucci Mane)
[Gucci Mane:]
Flo Rida!
Gucci!
Brr!
[Flo Rida:]
I done bought all this Ciroc
Now lil' mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my Roley's six o'clock
Now you know you better stop
You done heard about my squad
I am G po boy
You either (Uhh) or you not (Hold up, shawty)
Wait a minute, shawty, why you came?
Who you know and who the hell told you to come?
All up in the middle with the business unofficial
When I can't stand a chick tryna spoil my fun
Lookin' for a dude to rip you off some funds
I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's
"Let me look rich, I wanna have his son"
I sip Pérignon, but do I look dumb?
Get a job, tryna turn my knob
And if the door open up, make sure you slob
My boys they know we buy the bar
Sit back, blow smoke from a Cuban cigar
What's your mission?
Looks suspicious
I don't get it
No permission
Back no interest
What's the business?
Shawty, listen
[Git Fresh & Ludacris:]
I'm just tryna figure (Figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Why you up in here?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Why you dancin' on me
Steady talkin' to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Watchin' you doin' up in here, man?
Get your ass on
All up in my grill
[Ludacris:]
Now I ain't got no time for silly games
Got no time for silly notions
But get smacked silly for playin' with my emotions
You figured you lead me on
But bitch, you led me out the door
Now let me lead you with a song
It go like, "D, you's a hoe"
Drunk up all my Cointreau
Ain't even leave me with a glass
So cough up my whole bottle
Or I'ma take out your ass
'Cause you don't wanna see me angry (Nope)
You don't like me when I'm angry (Nope)
Live like Jackson 5
But get greezy like Jermaine
Be dangerous like Michael
So Tito pass the tissues
Don't test me 'cause I keep a clipper number 2 pistols
And you will be erased
Outta sight and outta mind
So get the fuck on
Or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind
[Git Fresh & Gucci Mane:]
I'm just tryna figure (Figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Why you up in here?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Why you dancin' on me
Steady talkin' to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Flo Rida! Gucci!
All up in my grill
[Gucci Mane:]
All the 4's on my Maserati, whoa kemosabe
I should be a wine taster, bottle poppin' is my hobby
I should be a food critic, all the restaurants I dine in
A quarter million dollars gone, I only got one diamond (damn!)
I'm just tryna figure
How you think you teasin' a nigga
On some [?]
Rock so much ice that'll make ya shiver
M.I.A. to East Atlanta
Big ups if you make the scrilla
I'm too official like I'm Referee Wilson
Referee, bitch, back in Y.A. killed 'em
Gorgeous chica speakin' with a loaded smile
Bad attitude but a song tied
I ain't even hit her like one time
But that could've been a fun time
Could be the back then brought her back
But can't keep it here, you can have her back
I am stable, I am grateful
I ain't faithful, but fuck that
Gucci!
[Git Fresh:]
I'm just tryna figure (Figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Why you up in here?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Why you dancin' on me
Steady talkin' to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Momma lyrics - Flo Rida
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
Yeah, it was all a dream
I ain't even know what platinum means
Still bought that money, when I was 13
Can't wait 'til the day I'm on the TV screen
When I tell my momma sitting next to me
I wanna be a big movie star
No more sugar that we have to borrow
Open up the fridge and it look like horror
Boy, I can't wait to get them million dollars
Make some, bake some
If I gotta find the recipe and whip it 'til the cake done
Whenever get the rockin' when MJ gone
Whenever be on top, I be the next great one
I reminisce being broke as a kid
Where I down sit, I don't go wish
I gotta make it
Momma, when I get big
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
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