Mind On My Money lyrics - Flo Rida

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if ya hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper long, shawty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Said don't leave home without it, 'out it

Money gotta have, gotta have that bank

American Express, all good

But'll need that cash in my hand, point blank

I'll, it touch it, rub it, hug it, love it

Number one subject, keep me rubbin'

G5 on the jet to Dublin

I need that money, man, people say wait

I think we cousins, no you ain't

I don't wanna break you off, I got

Cash to floss

You can't bank the boss with that lame game

Bank tryna count my change, change

Stretch that paper my aim

Shoot me a stack to the brain

Rock like ammo in a Lac' or the Range

Rambo cash, Green Beret fame

All this bread and still I want more

All this cheese, I got the light dough

All these P's, I got the beef flow

Shawty, if you wanna roll, lil' mama let's go

My pockets is swole, get rid of your clothes

Jump up on that pole, my mind on my dollars

You already know, I got my

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if ya hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper

Long, shawty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Hey, I do it, do it, do it for the streets, streets

Everybody in the ghetto gotta eat

Could've bought me a Bentley GT

But I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats

Feel like a king when I'm on South Beach

Livin' that dream with this M.O.B

Get, gettin' that cream while I travel overseas

Feelin' them beats with the face of a Queen Elizabeth

A little bit, need all my guap, I'm lovin' it

Show up to the hood, I'm thuggin' it, wifebeater

Off in public

Got more cheese than a government from the projects

But I ain't strugglin', get it poppin', champagne bubblin'

Red carpets, wax so Southernin'

Just bought a resort and I'm on three acres

Go to New York and rock Fuscia gators

Dance aboard, six grand to the waiters

Fans support, I get it like the Lakers

Off of the porch where they think about paper

Don't need to fuck when I eat with the majors

Passport say I get my paid in Malaysia

All over Asia, 'cause my

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if ya hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper

Long, shawty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Where all my NY, NY people gettin' cash?

We gettin' cash, we gettin' cash, oh, we gettin' cash

Where all my LA, LA people countin' stacks?

We countin' stacks, we countin' stacks, oh, we countin' cash

Where all my MIA people that's throwin' cash?

We throwin' cash, we throwin' cash, oh we throwin' cash

Where all my H-Town people makin' stacks?

We makin' stacks, we makin' stacks, oh, we makin' stacks

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if ya hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper

Long, shawty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Available lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Akon)

[Akon:]

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

[Flo Rida:]

It's the time

It's the right time

It's the time (It's the time)

Yo, it's the perfect time (It's the perfect time)

Yo It's the time (It's the time)

It's the right time (This is my time)

It's the time (It's the time)

Baby, baby, baby

[Flo Rida (Natalia Kills):]

I'm a single man

Now let's go out and hit the town and start the mingling

I'll bag the baddest girl around and get her giggling

I'll take her out onto the floor and get her wiggling

(You got me wiggling)

'Cause I ain't got no girlfriend, got no obligation

Baby, I'm a single man, that's my situation

Let me put your number in my iPhone, baby

And when I call you later maybe I can see ya lady

[Akon:]

I'm finally free and I'mma get right tonight

I'm finally free and I'mma get right tonight

I'm so available (I'm so available)

I'm so available (I'm so available)

So come and get me

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

[Flo Rida:]

If you a single girl

Up in the club looking for love, come on and bring it girl

This is a song, I'll turn it up, come on and sing it girl

And if you man blow up your phone, turn off your ringer girl

Turn off your ringer

'Cause I ain't got no girlfriend, you ain't got one either

If you got a girlfriend, baby won't you bring her?

If you got a ex, leave your at ex at home

And if he hits the message, throw away your cell-a-phone

[Akon:]

I'm finally free, and I'mma get right tonight

I'm finally free, and I'mma get right tonight

I'm so available (I'm so available)

I'm so available (I'm so available)

So come and get me

Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I'm finally free, I'm finally free

I'm finally free, I'm finally free

[Natalia Kills:]

It's the time, it's the right time

The perfect time, hey

'Cause I ain't got no boyfriend, you ain't go no girlfriend

I ain't got no boyfriend, baby we can be friends

And we can do it, yeah we can do it baby

We can do it, do it, do it

[Akon:]

I'm finally free and I'mma get right tonight

I'm finally free and I'mma get right tonight

I'm finally free, I'm finally free

I'm finally free, I'm finally free

I'm finally free

[will.i.am:]

All my ladies, single ladies, make some noise

All my ladies, single ladies, single ladies, make some noise

All my ladies, single ladies, come and holla at ya, at ya boy

It's will.i.am, ya'll know me

I be, I be rocking them beats

[Flo Rida:]

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so available, ain't got a girlfriend

Single man, we can do whatever tonight

Let's throw a party, I'm a bachelor, get loose it you like

So, so free I want to paint it on my Maybach light

Women that like, women excite, women my type

Women tell I want 'em in the mix, Patron and sliced lemons

Sure they get me right, tryna jam like Russ Simmons

Visit my website, turn on your Skype wit' me

Celebrate, I'm feeling my best

Surprise quickly, get rid of my stress

Then I'm gon' move onto my next mission

Shawty, hit me up, we can do it it's all love

I'm balling, it's all 'cause I'm finally free

Touch Me lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Ke$ha)

If you like my body

Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me

Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me

Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me

Hey, I like it when you tellin' me to keep in touch

All over your body, rub it like good luck

Never stand up, shawty, keep me doin' too much

Hands where they oughta be, unleash that stunt

And no apology, so please don't fuss

Quicksand quality, it's goin' down pretty ruff

Brand new with it, all about that rush

Keep tellin' me to fill it and it's just my luck

I'ma help you make that movie

Get on my top 'cause I like my duty

Get involved, never mind the groupies

She a dawg, I'ma let her be Snoopy

Round of applause, make it drop like a oozie

[?] cute like Suzy

Send it off to the top with a coofie

Lil' mama, you should call, I hear, I heard you say

Touch me, baby, touch me all night long

Touch me, baby, yeah

I'm into that talk, I'm into that walk

Got a thing for them dollars and it's all my fault

Let my second head tell it, I'ma break you off

Yeah, tell 'em I said they got a whole lotta balls

Finna go hard, shawty give us that stuff

I wanna grab that [?] balls

I'ma rump, better jump, better stomp for the calls

I'm gonna hump automatic from the window to the wall

Yeah, I'm on to get it right with you already

Hold it down [?], yeah, c'mon, lady

You ain't gotta take a [?], probably got a fetish

You decided with a grown man with it, baby

Ball out to the spot like it's on freddy

Understand I do it big for the guap, baby

While a momma feelin' hot, take her to the tele

I don't like 'em scary like the girls who hit my celly like

Touch me, baby, touch me all night long

Touch me, baby, yeah

I like you sexy

I want you next to me

Let's be the legacy

Got me feelin' like XTC

And a little bit of jealousy

Its all about your melody

Right where I care to be

Shawty thats definitely a felony

Want me to touch you? That's cool

I spend my paper on you

And pick you up in my coupe

And make it do what it do

Shawty, don't get it confused

You sure that we can get loose

All out I'm breaking the rules

Go hard, I like when you said

Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me

Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me

Touch me, baby, touch me all night long

Touch me, baby, yeah

Never lyrics - Flo Rida

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

Never, never never

No

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

No, no, no never

Momma said never be a quitter

Never since I was young

Never been in my roots

Don't let never make you a bum

Never my only so she said

Never beggin' for crumbs

If never found out you're slippin'

Then never might be a gun

Never think suicide

Never steal, never lie

Never run up to a gun

Fight and think you gon' survive

Never that lil six nuts

Six is for the flies

Never become a snitch

If you would rather be a quiet

Never know 'em

Never met, met 'em

Never seen that fella

Never never never

When they put you in that room

That's what you tell 'em

He'll never to the law

Never I'm a be a star

Never catch me up to mar

Never worry

Never bury

Tears on your teen jersey

Keep it 42, be worthy

Never go without the curry

Never the greatest of all time

You in a hurry

Never it's too early

Never have no mercy

Never

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

Never, never, never

No

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

No no no never

Never cross a man as far as you can throw 'em

Never put ya fate at home

Boy, y'all know 'em

Never get in the herd

Never get into church

Never cook in your life

Buried six feet under dirt

Never hate

Never envy others

'Cause they getting cake

Never grind

Never hustle

Never see your dinner plate

Never be fake

Never be a snake

Never play that shit dog

'Til they bring that pepper spray

Never be scared

Never hurt your head

Never, 'cause if they was killers, you would already be dead

Never pout

Never ever have doubt

Never that be the reason

You still sleep on momma's couch

Never brag

Never be stingy with cash

Never get in for business

Mind your own

Take 'em now

Never cry wolf

Never daddy ma boo

Never less than a survivor

Never

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

Never never never

No

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

No no no never

Don't be slick

Never silent

Don't be bricks

Never

Get your wig split

Never rob your click

Never

Never miss your blesses

Never start second guessin'

Never get to Heaven, never 'cause you missed the lesson

Never bite the hand that feed

Never live in greed

Never succeed

Never doin' dirty deeds

Never chunk

Never give up on your hope

Under pressure dream big

When it's rough make a toast

Never sell your sole

Never for some dough

Never diamonds

Never pearls

When you die

Never go

Never back down

Never let your hat down

Never see no bully

Let them know your background

Never cross the line

Never cross your kind

Every day, let it be

Never worry

Never toss your mind

Never lose sleep

Never 'cause you got beat

Never know peace

Never when you in these streets

Never

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

Never never never

No

Never give up

Never hold you head down

Never fear no man

Never trust anybody

Never say you can't

No no no never

Never never never

Sugar lyrics - Flo Rida

[Diana Gordon:]

Dumm

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar

This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung

So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar

You'll love you some, you'll love you some

I'm sweet like

Dumm

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

(I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

(I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Sugar

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, I've got a mouth full of cavities

Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me

So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone

Shawty gotta kiss, it's an emergency

Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss

Won't smile this way, baby, I rub it off

Put my tongue in your face

A little mistletoe, sippin' Gran Marnier

I'm a fan all day

Do me that favor, 'cause I like your flavor

My manage behavior; I'm into your major

Sweeter so flavor, that's good for this player

My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager

Pretty much, you're givin' me a sugar rush

Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush

Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch

Shawty that's what's up

[Diana Gordon:]

My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar

This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung

So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar

You'll love you some, you'll love you some

I'm sweet like

Dumm

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

(I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

(I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Sugar

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, sh-shawty would you mind, 'cause I want me some

Now and later, I don't wanna have to wait, you the one

Yep! Yep! Your vicious, so, so delicious

Can't help my interest, candy addiction

Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece

I don't know a piece, give me all your sweets

Bottom and top lip, 'bout to have a sugar feast

Level with our trip, I'm a lip bitin' beast

Smile for them things, all 42 teeth

Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat

Ain't your mama slirp, stickin', usin' my tree

Like taffy but classy, get at me

I'm flyly, let you know I wanna kiss

But your lips, they'll do me fine

Now baby, don't trip with the juicy kind

Get, get on the grip, you ain't lyin'

[Diana Gordon:]

My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar

This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung

So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar

You'll love you some, you'll love you some

I'm sweet like

Dumm

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye (I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye (I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Sugar

[Flo Rida:]

You like my sugar, my sugar

You so sweet, so sweet

Like my candy, my candy

You so sweet, so sweet

I got a good appetite with you on me, on me

I'll wrap you out of them clothes

You my treat, my treat

Girl you my sugar, I call you Candy

And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some

Girl you my sugar, I call you Candy

And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some sugar

[Diana Gordon:]

My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar

This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung

So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar

You'll love you some, you'll love you some

I'm sweet like

Dumm

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye (I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye (I'm sweet like)

Da ba dee da ba dye

Da ba dee da ba dye

Sugar

Rewind lyrics - Flo Rida

[Wyclef Jean:]

If you love somebody

Put a light in the air

From the hood to the stakes

Fry your finger in the air

Flo Rida up in here

Wyclef up in here

If I could, I would pull it up and rewind

To the time when it was just me and you

Oh, how we were inseparable

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

To the time before you went away

Wish I could go back to yesterday

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

[Flo Rida:]

I try sticking to the rivers that I'm used to

But these tears got me searching for an inner tube

Witness my homies, life shorter than my inner lose

Don't wanna drown in my hurt 'cause it's critical

I pop champagne, but still it's a damn pain

Beedee, I love you, my sister died, but it never changed

My last love that we just ditched in my brain

Give up the fortune and the fame to hear you say my name

The ghetto rough while the doff try purple rain

Lord knows I wish death never had a name

Our last breath that it never had a relevate

Wyclef, Flo Rida, here to tell it man

To the left, move, hurt for suffering

I lose myself when I think about my people's slain

If I could I'd rewind this whole thing

[Wyclef Jean:]

If I could, I would pull it up and rewind

To the time when it was just me and you

Oh, how we were inseparable

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

To the time before you went away

Wish I could go back to yesterday

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

So I sit down and I had try

Are you living up in this life?

I know if I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

[Flo Rida:]

If I could take yesterday and place it in my palms

I anticipate the day like a school prom

Promise tomorrow what you think 'til you lose some

Big Will, I know Heaven got the futon

Face good with the man paid your dues done

Whack your shows in Japan with me getting drunk

We had plans, plans change the new sun

The lord never leave us lonely when you lose one

If I could change the past, my people wouldn't pass

I wish life was TiVo and you could bring it back

I wish it all was remote and how the day be said

I were IP, use it like it's pixel flap

Pull up the hood times, pull up the good times

Every day be forever when I'm puttin' down

Showing off, that's the truth, nah

[Wyclef Jean:]

If I could, I would pull it up and rewind

To the time when it was just me and you

Oh, how we were inseparable

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

To the time before you went away

Wish I could go back to yesterday

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

So I sit down and I had try

Are you living up in this life?

I know if I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

[Flo Rida:]

If I had the gift, be here, I'd cure your mom from cancer

Take the Breena and stuck em up all with answers

Take the crack feen turn her into the prom queen

Have her graduate summa cum laude

But she so high that she's riding on drug assist

Growing up like the women from the exorcist

Her heart stopped in the ambulance

[Wyclef Jean:]

If I could, I would pull it up and rewind

To the time when it was just me and you

Oh, how we were inseparable

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

To the time before you went away

Wish I could go back to yesterday

If I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

So I sit down and I had try

Are you living up in this life?

I know if I could, I'd pull it up and rewind

Ha lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Brisco, 4Mill)

[Brisco:]

"Can I have your attention"

I'd like to welcome all y'all tonight

Even as y'all ladies to the left beggin' for drinks

Can we please get up on 'em?

This is for all my balla calla's from all over the world

When we see a hata tryin' too hard to get on our level

We just keep laughin' at 'em

I don't get mad

[Flo Rida:]

I, just, laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

We laughin' at these hata's 'cause they funny

See, they provide the motivation for me, to keep gettin' money

So I duz theat and giggle in they face

All they see is my business 'cause I have nothin else to say

Anyway, we in the club, yeah!

It's time to party

This girl fine, but hell, but damn, she bald head like Steve Harvey

Poe Boy, Flo Rida, back me up

All these other rappers, they do nothin' but crack me up

They's a parakeear's, they'll steal your rounds

Call me up to yo shows hide from you, be stealin' yo shine

Ha... you must be out yo rabbit-ass, crabbid-ass, mind

I, just, laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

L-l-let your one stack shawty I can throw two, ha

Made back in them balla 62, ha

Get yo group hommie dats what I do, ha

Paper tag money everything brand new, ha

Laugh it up, Ha, smile with it, ha

Ghetto supastar, I don't see you boys, ha

You know da shones where are dey when I come through

I grown man swagga, I ain't scarred ta spend dat loot, Ha

Paper plane, ball it up let it fly, ha

"Holl up, holl up, you ball up a hundred dolla bill, and throw it,"

Paper plane, ball it up let it fly, ha

We Poe Boys high

I, just, laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

[4Mill:]

I'll be at the strip, blood drippin'

Still leave with them change

When my niggas here looks

They ain't lookin for change

When I pull up in that four door caddy

Don't be mad when yo bitch tend to call me daddy

We be tippen' to da club, screamin' ain't no one

Holl up, holl up, calm down

We throwin' hundreds tonight, baby!

That two door phantom, gotta whole lotta walkin'

Silly bitch wanna cut, she gotta whole lotta walkin'

Four mill 'n' you can call me Mr. Hothead

Dice in the sealo when I toss it from my right hand

Niggas holla twenty things for a whole lotta keh... keh keh keh

[Flo Rida:]

I, just, laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and

No, they ain't got it, but they wanna be startin'

DJ for the record stop, "Ha haha ha ha, we got it"

Low lyrics - Flo Rida

[T-Pain (Flo Rida):]

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

(Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em)

Let it ring

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

(Let me talk to 'em)

Come on

[T-Pain:]

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go

This crazy all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa

Did I think I see shawty get low?

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bank roll

I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that, I love women exposed

She threw it back at me, I gave her mo'

Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[T-Pain:]

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?

My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan

Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon

Three stacks c'mon, now that's three grand

What, you think I'm playin', baby girl?

I'm the man, I invented rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was over, that Henny and Cola

Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover

I couldn't control her

So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster, she showed her

[T-Pain:]

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Flo Rida:]

Whoa, shawty

Yeah she was worth the money

Lil' mama took my cash

And I ain't want it back

The way she bent that back

Got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack

I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman

Let me showin' and made me want it

Two in the mornin', I'm zonin'

And them Rosay bottles foamin'

She wouldn't stop, made it drop

Shawty did that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fly just like my Glock

[T-Pain:]

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low (Come on)

Yayo lyrics - Flo Rida

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, I coulda been born any place in the world

When I turned a day old

But a brother gotta pass to the block

That's known for more than Legos

Not a guap on the pay-roll

But I got, got, got that playdough

For the hot hot girls on the table

See, their lock locks wrapped in halos

Good good money, hood money

That's where you could money, gotta M.I.Yayo

Full of green but it's not for the bagel

Everything that I want to be labeled

On the first 48 watch cable

Where they ride 28's unstable

You don't want this up yo' nasal

You ain't never been street, that's fatal

My city where I be, can't change it

See them walk, see them talk that language

Ard denim Louis belt still hanging

Wear a flag, but I, but I ain't bangin'

305 the way I ride, the way I vibe

I love it every day outside

And I can't lie the sunny skies, the hunnies right, the money's right

[Brisco:]

I came from the bottom of the beaca, and got hard as I got older

They say I started with some sand then I shook it to a boulder

And that's how I handle business

I'm just tryna reach my quota

When I come up on my stunnin', do exactly what I told ya

All I know is dough and yayo, I receive it by the freight loads

The coast guards cool, I just break 'em off some c-notes

And my Haitian friends told me it's gone be a nice summer

Time to tally up the books and calculate the numbas

Dade county the M.I.Yayo

Them goons on my line and they don't move until I say so

And I wouldn't be shit without this coke and this weed

And this crack and these pills and these 305 streets Brisco

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

[Billy Blue:]

Hello to yayo

Who made me rich?

Who made my baby mama my first crazy bitch?

She have them latest keys [?], birth on the block

Whippin' the work, servin' them rocks

I give them what they love, just give me what I need

Them hoes a-love me if my donk got them 23s

Them hater's hatin' now, 'cause I be making paper

Now I'm paranoid, lord I need a favor

I'm ridin' strapped up niggas, hate to see you straight

Wanna have me on that stretcher on that first 48

Shit, I ain't built for them white sheets

Face on the black tee, hell naw, that ain't me, nigga

[Ball Greezy]

I'm from the city where zoes sell creole out they house

Where niggas hustle just to put a grill in they mouth

What you know 'bout konch fritters and mango salad

Home of the donks, yayo, AK's and banshees

This is the city where everybody and they mama hard

Some star [?] selling hons [?] right from out her front yard

This is the city to visit if you a club junky

Home of the bad bicthes and they all love money

Gotta respect the ones who do it just to feed the kids

But on the other hand, shaking to get her titties did

If you ain't see it, you don' heard it, just to let you know

How shit really go in the M.I.

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

[Rick Ross:]

Born as a balla, I couldn't be a talla

Meaning that my money long

Be at home, up in the sky

Feeling like I run the world

Me and my persona fly

Mo' money, mo' problems, right?

In a lot of drama now

Shawty went to turner tech

I'm out of cooley high

D-boy, yes, D-boy 'cause of my nine

Bumpin' a criminal [?]

She catching feelings now

I see the difference, make here switch when 'bout to pull it out

I ride for one thing, nigga's the 305

I die for nothing and got my tooly now

So we can shoot it out 'cause I'm walking smoothly, I

I got a stunt man that a make a movie Now

[Red Eyezz:]

10,000 grams of that good, I could get that package for you

Now turn one into two, I'll do that magic for you

Here's another classic for you, Eyezz and Flo-Ride

My stick on the tablem counting the profit from the whole pie

Team with my own nine's, Cheddah we ran through

Spook to ever rap on these shells that how they jam fool

I fly to Haiti in person, and then we meet up

Touch on several topics from work to doing clean up

It's dirty out here in the south, but that's nothin' new

Besides, I got goons in the hood that need something to do

I feed niggas who squeeze niggas and these niggas

The definition of G's niggas, talk to 'em

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

[Bred:]

Crib, this is for the crib

Welcome to my city M.I.A.

Palm trees and quarter keys

Anything you want, well, you can get just place that order, please

We so got thing disorderly, but we got so much more to see

But that's just the crib, that's where I live, and that's why it mean much more to me

'Cause I remember having nothin' scraping up a dolla something

Straight to the gas tank

Jump in that fast lane, crank that music, all us bumping

All us on the way to the top

Been through the hurt, now thanks for the flop

Pretty little skirts, white cane In the drop

And this here grind hard, ain't finna stop

'Cause I'm going at it, that's just a habit, this for the crib dawg want it, bag nab it [?]

That's what it is, you want it have at it

That's how I live, I want it I grab it

No time for faking no hesitation

Bitch talking shit, gon' head and break 'em

Bitch flap her lip, gon' get some straight

M.I.Yayo presentation

[Pitbull:]

Dough is the new platinum and platinum's the new diamond

It's been a steep climb but bitch, I kept on climbing

Pit don' grown, up da crib, down blown up

Dem birds don' flown out and them boys done sold out

Miami, I was born Miami, I'm gon' die Miami, I live it, I am 305

Miami made me to Miami

I gave back if it wasn't for this rap

I'd be asking where the safe at

Barack is the new hope and meth is the new coke

I'm laughin' to the bank, but bitch, I'm no joke

The women that I fucked you cup the nuts for [?]

Welcome to the cocaine capital M.I.Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

[Ace Hood:]

See, I been praised from the bottom up

Got it from the bottom up

Long nights, a fifth of hen, I'm sippin' in my coffee cup

Tryna hustle money blunt, to lift my mother spirits up

Light bill was due a month ago, I hustle 10 to 4

Hop up in that tire ho, [?] trunk full of work and blow

17, that's all I know

With triple beam to weight it all

Gutta 'til my casket close

Now we at the top of throne

Soon to be a millionaire with 50 carat diamond stones

Member when they used to doubt us?

Now we buying gated homes

57 dipped in chrome, rims being shipped from Rome

Feeling like I'm Diddy combs

A million what I'm sittin' on

Residential change, but it's still the same area code

Gutta

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

Balla lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Brisco, Billy Blue)

[Flo Rida:]

This for my ballas, ayy

I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'

Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'

All my life I'm tryna get money

All my life I'm tryna get money

This for my ballas, I'm a balla

Flo Rida be the landlord, I need that rent money

I'm a poor boy erry day, I get cake, honey

Birthday man, my piñata, my state, honey

Take one glance and the Prada got 'em hatin' on me

Gun shinin' on the waist, yeah, the waist sunny

Like biggie rappin', I'll ain't the way dummy

Jack boys souvenirs to the big tummy

New year chopper wet like the nose runny

Shot clothes takin' over what [?]

Sorrowed light bulbs where the sound light blows

The south got soul, grand mama got gold

Real granddaddy like formin' no smoke

This be the truth, loose slips next told

Got to get fat carrots see these [?] like kimor

Thick hips holla back like I'm in a Lambo

Playin' [?] my career peep the rap game cold

This for my ballas, ayy

I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'

Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'

All my life I'm tryna get money

All my life I'm tryna get money

This for my ballas, I'm a balla

[Billy Blue:]

That mg get it 305, fitly keep that 22, got to get it

Hustle all day, be broke the next

I'll sleep when I day, I need that check

Never thought, still pop off like this

Yeah, you're damn right, fool, I never had shit

Stuntin' real hard like I wanna blow it all

I ain't tryin' do [?] but ball

It's my time the Rolley don't lie

For niggas out there, I'm a up my fire

Shit don't change 'til a nigga more tired

If niggas feel different, you a god damn lie

I'm so high, but I'm like fuck it

That home boy be like a motherfuckin' bucket

I'm straight thuggin', the hoes just love it

Your boy [?] and yes I does it

[Flo Rida:]

This for my ballas, ayy

I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'

Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'

All my life I'm tryna get money

All my life I'm tryna get money

This for my ballas, I'm a balla

[Brisco:]

Boy, I'm rich and yeah, I'm gettin' money

If it's close enough, then I see it comin'

Call me a balla, call me what you want

Call me a real goon riding in a donk

Call me broke 'cause that I ain't

I mite be a po' boy tryna get bank

All my life, I've ben trying get mo'

When it goes down, I could tell you how it go, whoa

Straight from the hood to the good with the bad

Lot these growin' up I wish I had

But everything in life ain't promised

Them the last words I heard from momma

Stay real watching for the haters

Here they come but with money you for lay them

I feel like spendin' and I want it

No matter how I get it

[Flo Rida:]

This for my ballas, ayy

I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'

Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'

All my life I'm tryna get money

All my life I'm tryna get money

This for my ballas, I'm a balla

Mail On Sunday (2008)

• American Superstar
• Ack Like You Know
• Elevator
• Roll
• Low
• Priceless
• Ms. Hangover
• Still Missin'
• In The Ayer
• Me & U
• All My Life
• Don't Know How To Act
• Freaky Deaky
• Money Right
• Gotta Eat (Best Buy bonus track)
• Make A Wish (Best Buy bonus track)
• Birthday 

American Superstar lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Lil Wayne)

Look at me, bitch, look at me, bitch

Look at me, bitch, I'm an American superstar

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches

Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

Heavy metal for them boys, plenty petals for them gals

Got an appetite for destruction, you can call me Axl

Ask me 'bout what a nigga done done

Ask me 'bout what a nigga do well

Ask me 'bout where them bricks come from

That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell

I don't want nothing to do with that there

If it's a lick then I'm bringing them shells

Only position for me is a player

That's rite player, better get it right player

Might have to be an emergency

Lucky for you I'm up blowing my trees

Calming my nerves, no regular weed

Or somebody's shorty with me, on her knees

I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter

Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster

My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed, deserve choppers

Get served like Jimmy Hoffa, American show stopper

I got guns for the snitches, and roses for the bitches

Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures, like

Look at me bitch, look at me bitch

(Young Mula, baby!)

I got money on money on money on money

On top of more money, on top of my shit like flies

Open that Ferrari F-5 like eyes

Bumpin' down Ocean Drive

Jumpin' out that Maybach with a bitch

Went back to tease them thighs

She gotta tattoo on her booty and it said 305

DJ Khaled say it's a movie now, don't forget your lines

'Cause you don't want me to edit, before we roll them credits

Bitch, give me my credit, I'm so energetic

I'm fucking like a rabbit, smoking on lettuce

Whatever I want I get it, I meant it if I said

And I say I keep a pump, and I ain't talking unleaded

If you want it come get it, 'cause boy I'm ready

I get that fast 'fetti, they should call me Tom Petty

Got two bitches, one peanut butter one jelly

I'm an American gangsta, already and I'm an American superstar

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches

Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches

Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

I'm an American superstar, yeah

I'm an American superstar, yeah

I'm an American superstar, yeah

Baby, I'm an American superstar, ha-ha

Ack Like You Know lyrics - Flo Rida

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

Why ask a question that already got an answer?

End of discussion, meet the polar bears, you pandas

Rubber-band bonanza

When I'm in the land of

Twenty grand a standard

Make you understand us

I'm sorry if you ain't got ya stacks up

Tell yo click to patch up

That envy get you patched up

Dog, y'ain't ready for this

Machine thang ready to spit

I ain't just tellin' you shit

Peat game look at my wrist

Flo Rida franchise, I'm like the pizza man

All about cheese, full of dough

Let me grease ya hands

Mobile I ain't local

Ghetto nigga, done with postal

Stuntin' hard, that's my focal

Now my cash goin' coastal

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

The world don't revolve around me

That's what the haters say 'til that revolver 'round me

Fort Knox, I'm in the spot

Big knocks, right off the block

Closed shop, come in that drop

Hoes flock, givin' me props

I used to be gross, 'til that income grossed

Me enough to toast, like I'm on the sitcoms

Champagne overdose

East Coast, West Coast

Came in the game, with a remote

Turn on my fame, I got the glow

A project dude? The new dollar signs

All this from on the grind

All this from writing rhymes

Silver shoe boxes, big faces on my watches

Seven figures that's the object

No more canned Vienna sausage

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

Flo Rida so abusive to them Ben Franks

Rubber bands flyin' like the pilot had too many dranks

Turbulence, she makin' it bounce

I got the best seat in the house

Twerking it, I'm losing count

She workin' for that dollar 'mount

A privilege just to be a prospector, ballin'

Mo' issues a pistol fallin'

Official, the shot callin'

Holdin' it down, settin' it off

Money to floss, bitch I'm a boss

Takinh a loss, no matter the cost

Women to toss, I live in a loft

Carol City, doing big thangs, baby

Them Dade County streets raised me

Ever since the early 80s

APT's, live in the hood

Triple beams, slangin' that good

Krispy Kreme, where I stood

Livin' the dream, just like I should

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

Elevator lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Timbaland)

[Timbaland:]

Hey girl, ya comin' with me, ya comin' with me

Hey girl, ya comin' with me, ya comin' with me

Hey girl, ya comin' with me, ya comin' with me

Hey girl, ya comin'... c'mon

Talk to me girl, give it to me

Got you stuck

On my elevator

Get it up

On my uh-oh, uh-oh, oh-oh

[Flo Rida:]

Hey!

My first flo' stuck on a gold diggin' woman

Money cash flow, all big face hundreds

Stuntin' on the pole, got them D-boys runnin'

Shorty got both broke, can't see what's comin'

Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey

Dolce and Gabbana, and she get it from her mommy

Louis bag kit, Gucci, Fendi and Armani

See them karats on her wrist, now she pimp Bugs Bunny

Used to date Kanye, now she want me

Flo Rida got the juice, wanna take my OJ

It ain't her birthday but her name on the cake

If I ever pay for nookie grade A

[Timbaland:]

Got you stuck (Yeah) on my elevator (Uh-huh)

Get it up (Yeah) on my elevator - check it out!

My first flo', stuck on the gold digger

Second flo', stuck on the dime piece

Third flo', stuck on the hood rat

Fourth flo' - freak it, I don't know cause

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ow, ow, ow, ow

[Flo Rida:]

She got her nails did, she got her hair did

She got a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit

Stuck on my elevator, she on the second flo'

Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some mo'

Hey!

Dime piece girl turned to Internet hottie

Little mamma strut that Top Model body

South Beach peach on the back of that Ducati

I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari

[Timbaland:]

Got you stuck (Yeah) on my elevator (Uh-huh)

Get it up (Yeah) on my elevator - check it out!

My first flo', stuck on the gold digger

Second flo', stuck on the dime piece

Third flo', stuck on the hood rat

Fourth flo' - freak it, I don't know cause

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ow, ow, ow, ow

[Flo Rida:]

Hey!

My third flo' stuck on the hood rat shone

Cut, take one, Hollyhood act on

Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone

Tattoo tight work, bought the "Low" ringtone

Plenty ghetto booty, plenty ghetto booty on her

Roll up with kitties, don't smoke Arizona

One night stand, one night with the clan

One night, one time broke her off ten grand

Project all the way, gutter all day

Pure uncut, stain wall with a J

Shorty don't fake, she'll put it in your face

Three stories by them hood rat's beg

[Timbaland:]

Got you stuck (Yeah) on my elevator (Uh-huh)

Get it up (Yeah) on my elevator - check it out!

My first flo', stuck on the gold digger

Second flo', stuck on the dime piece

Third flo', stuck on the hood rat

Fourth flo' - freak it, I don't know cause

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ele, eh-el-eh-vator (Frikki frikki)

(This girl is) She's stuck on my ow, ow, ow, ow

Roll lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Sean Kingston)

[Sean Kingston (Flo Rida):]

Go on, gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - there it go!

It's Kingston and Flo Rida (Flo Rida)

Kingston and Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)

Kingston and Flo Rida (J.R. on the track, Poe Boy)

Kingston and Flo Rida (Let's get it!)

[Sean Kingston:]

Go on, gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go!

Go on gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, I could be the man, that's if shorty understand it

Roll the police, when the feddy gigantic

Pull over, Flo Rida can handle it

Go on place your bets, are we there yet? Atlantic

City to Vegas, Plies too bust it babies

I stay on the transit get pretty pussy from Haiti

Craps tables invaded, great, walk with ya lady

Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately

Yeah, we could play "Ca-sino," you can be my, Ginger

Sam Rothstein, shorty I supply the dealers

I gotta thank my nugga, ropin' off the game pit

Boss, ghetto broads, go on show me I'm the man

[Sean Kingston:]

Go on, gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go!

Go on gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, got money on the shooter am I talking 'bout the Ruger

The man at roulette, click click, I'm no loser

Girl you da shit, Southern slang for manure

The Bucci connoisseur when I'm drinking on Kahlua

Whoa, see this rose, gal I won't try you with two-lips/tulips

I'm comping Ro-se, all my chickens hot as Hooters

I'm Mandalay Bay the Bellagio abuser

My paper don't amuse ya then you haven't seen my Muller

Hard Rock Hotel, I need the pink Flamingo

Gamble a female like her hips is playin' Cee-lo

Check our your Chanel see, I ain't stroke your, ego

I'm Hef with the gazebo, pure cooker youse a kilo

[Sean Kingston:]

Go on, gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go!

Go on gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go

[Flo Rida:]

Seven-eleven, there it go, I call it, no guessin'

Ain't naked but all the shorties they looking at you they threatened

I reckon it's cause you high-rolling, they beggin' you bettin'

Snake eyes while you collectin', them thighs I will invest in

Thousand dollar chips for your thousand dollar hips

Got these thousand dollar gifts, leave more thousand dollar tips

I'll be your supplier, spin it like a dryer

Roll for me baby be my NASCAR tires

I know the odds of winnin', like I do mobster linens

The gangster proud of women, I call it Robin Givens

Flo Rida extort ya, take you Pinto to Porsche

Say look what your bottom bought ya, now do what your mamma taught ya

Go on!

[Sean Kingston:]

Go on, gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go!

Go on gamble with it, show me I'm the mon

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll - let it go

Low lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. T-Pain)

[T-Pain (Flo Rida):]

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

(Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em)

Let it ring

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

(Let me talk to 'em)

Come on

[T-Pain:]

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go

This crazy all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa

Did I think I see shawty get low?

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bank roll

I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that, I love women exposed

She threw it back at me, I gave her mo'

Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[T-Pain:]

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Flo Rida:]

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?

My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan

Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon

Three stacks c'mon, now that's three grand

What, you think I'm playin', baby girl?

I'm the man, I invented rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was over, that Henny and Cola

Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover

I couldn't control her

So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster, she showed her

[T-Pain:]

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Flo Rida:]

Whoa, shawty

Yeah she was worth the money

Lil' mama took my cash

And I ain't want it back

The way she bent that back

Got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack

I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman

Let me showin' and made me want it

Two in the mornin', I'm zonin'

And them Rosay bottles foamin'

She wouldn't stop, made it drop

Shawty did that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fly just like my Glock

[T-Pain:]

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low (Come on)

Priceless lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Birdman)

[Birdman:]

Right about now, yeah (So fresh)

So fresh... what up Flo?

[Flo Rida:]

I pulled up to the club on dubs

They say look at them go, look at them go

And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut

Three times in a row, times in a row

'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey

But me bein' fly, that's priceless, baby, that's priceless

I'm straight up out the projects, hustlin' that's the object

If ye ain't talkin' cash, then you better switch the topic

Bitch nigga stop it, gon' ahead and cop it

Money in the bag, call it takin' out the garbage

I know them boys snitchin' 'cause they're scared of first degree

But you can tell them F-E-D's I'm in V.I.P.

With four mill' cheddar, yeah, he keep Florida Keys

The window to the wall they supply you what you need

Got no wife, but the wife be my girlfriend

My girlfriend girlfriend lookin' for a girlfriend

Nick name tailspin, leave you in a whirlwind

One hit away, now they askin' where the world went?

I pulled up to the club on dubs

They say look at them go, look at them go

And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut

Three times in a row, times in a row

'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

Baby, that's priceless

I'm so fly, not to mention that I'm priceless

Ye ain't never seen heard or felt nothin like this

Thousand dollar jeans, Air Force Two Nikes

Whylin' in the club, give a fuck about indictments

'Scuse me bartender but the drinks are on me

Two magnums in my hand, one for creeps, one for freaks

Too much legal tender so it's rainin' bubbly

My ice the same color what Kelis hair used to be

Hold up, wait a minute

Popeye niggas ain't eatin' they spinach

I made to make dollars so it have to make sense

I'm pourin' out liquor for my dead presidents

All of 'em dead, all of 'em die

Toetag money, see it fallin' out the sky

Bitch, if I ain't priceless, then bury me alive

My pockets like caskets, death live inside

I pulled up to the club on dubs

They say look at them go, look at them go

And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut

Three times in a row, times in a row

'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

Baby, that's priceless

[Birdman:]

Sheeeit, alligator with the suede

Fifty on the carpet, all yellow hard eggs

Scarface white leather

Purple kush green, all red shinin' any weather

Customized Jeep

Fo' a high priced life nigga, get it 'til you can't no mo'

Shop 'til you can't no mo', ten on some new shoes

Fifty on that boy, hundred on some new jewels

And give a fuck about the price

Precious little tight, blew hard on the mic

She'll get your whole life homey

For a stack, do you somethin' right, homey

[Flo Rida:]

I pulled up to the club on dubs

They say look at them go, look at them go

And raised up with some girls tryin' to cut

Three times in a row, times in a row

'Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icy

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey

But me bein' fly, that's priceless

Baby, that's priceless

Ms. Hangover lyrics - Flo Rida

She had Hennessy hips, and Belve' eyes

Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

She had a bubble like Cris', Patron all night

Had one mo' sip, too drunk to drive

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

Hey hey hey shorty, took me to tipsy from sober

Looked at me so fatigued, I must be her soldier

Hopin' she wouldn't tease and get in my Rover

Lil' momma you got to breathe like diamonds supposed to

Come closer, can I hold ya, just what I need

Like my Gucci loafers, hold the, disappointment

Must be sealed inside

Bowlegged woman, that's what I need, I don't mind

Like how she flaunt it, see that's my speed, she a dime

Thought for a moment, how could this be so fine?

Body bangin', I lay the language, that walk is famous

The proper anus like she was painted

She got me tainted, I gotta brang it, this woman dangerous

None other, who's her lover? This above her

Get it from her mother, did it to her brother

Magazine cover, glad to meet a hustler

Shorty, what's up? She had

She had Hennessy hips, and Belve' eyes

Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

She had a bubble like Cris', Patron all night

Had one mo' sip, too drunk to drive

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

Hey parking lot pimpin', yeah, that's the way I approached her

Hips went up and down like a roller coaster

Miss got her attention, tapped her on the shoulder

Serious, she the business and I need closure

So hood and I'm startin', I'm blowin' see no stuck up trumpin'

Bugari, I'm good and I smell like the fragrance of money

I'm sorry this lady take over just like a tsunami

She had on the Jacob, I'm rockin' my platinum my money

This ain't your normal every day, baby

The type to drive nothin' less than that 600 Mercedes

It's rare that you find a woman so vicious on the daily

That grant all your wishes with looks to kill like a .380

I feel like she put me under a spell

Pretty ambitious about delicious full attention on the yell

Shorty ridiculous, I had a mission to conquer the gal

I put her on my tab, had her sippin', call a cab

She had Hennessy hips, and Belve' eyes

Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

She had a bubble like Cris', Patron all night

Had one mo' sip, too drunk to drive

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

All my shorties, if you with me, let me hear you say, Ms. Hangover

(Ms. Hangover)

All my shorties if you with me, let me hear you say Ms. Hangover

(Ms. Hangover)

All my ballers, if you with me, let me hear you say I'm hungover

(I'm hungover)

All my ballers, if you with me, let me hear you say I'm hungover

(I'm hungover)

Ms. Hangover (Ms. Hangover)

Got me hungover (Got me hungover)

I'm hungover (I'm hungover)

From Ms. Hangover (from Ms. Hangover)

Ms. Hangover (Ms. Hangover)

Got me hungover (Got me hungover)

I'm hungover (I'm hungover)

From Ms. Hangover (from Ms. Hangover)

She had Hennessy hips, and Belve' eyes

Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

She had a bubble like Cris', Patron all night

Had one mo' sip, too drunk to drive

I'm hungover (Hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

Still Missin' lyrics - Flo Rida

My lawnmower home, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

My rake in the shed, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

Plowin' the world but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

I'm 'bout to lose my head 'cause my ho still missin'

Like it's greener on the other side

I take care of the yard, every day

I don't know why my ho gon' missin'

My rake in good condition, my lawnmower in position

I ain't done a damn thing wrong for my ho to get up and get missin'

Now I'd be wrong if I was to dig up the dirt

I done saw for myself and witnessed

Boy, I'd tell you about my ho, never had restrictions

I guess more green was her attention

I shoulda kept that ho in the kitchen

Got me on a mission, left my shed without permission

I'm sheddin' tears, messin' up my vision

This ho gon' make me go to prison

My lawnmower home, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

My rake in the shed, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

Plowin' the world but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

I'm 'bout to lose my head 'cause my ho still missin'

Like it's greener on the other side

That ho cost me my job

I'm afraid I shoulda learned mo' 'bout the business

A ho is good for diggin'

I shoulda known this from the beginnin'

I done got caught slippin', now I'm trippin

Out the do', somebody else found interest

On my ho until I found out until I find out different

Better to know then have intuitions

Who been in my yard? Why would anybody split us apart?

I never thought that ho would get to my heart

I found out right off a bitch can't pull apart

Why this ho went in somebody garage?

I was a gentlemen right from the start

Ever since I put the ho in my Dodge

Now this bitch won't even spare me the rod

My lawnmower home, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

My rake in the shed, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

Plowin' the world but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

I'm 'bout to lose my head 'cause my ho still missin'

Like it's greener on the other side

Seven years now, it's all over

Now hold on go on, you gotta feel me, bruh

Left my home no sign of luck

I try to drink Patron so all the memories gone

All the pain, I'm trying to pour it in my cup

Bought the ho my last couple of bucks

Lost a ho, I never felt this crush, like kush in a dutch

Never this much

If I woulda known my ho was just temporary

And I ain't talkin 'bout the ho you find in the dictionary

I feel like goin' to war like the military

Somebody gon' have to visit the cemetery

My lawnmower home, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

My rake in the shed, but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

Plowin' the world but my ho still missin'

My ho still missin', my ho still missin'

I'm 'bout to lose my head 'cause my ho still missin'

Like it's greener on the other side

In The Ayer lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Will.I.Am)

[Will.I.am:]

Oh hot damn, this is my jam

Keep me partying 'til the AM

Y'all don't understand, make me throw my hands

In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Oh hot damn, this is my jam

Keep me partying 'til the AM

Y'all don't understand, make me throw my hands

In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

[Flo Rida:]

Hey! This my jam

Y'all don't understand, I'mma make you understand

What's pumpin' in my CD player, player?

Party all night like yayer, yayer

Shawty got her hands in the ayer, ayer

Make me wanna take it there, there I go

Here I go, yeah, that's my song

DJ bring it back, come in my zone

I get paid for that, count them bones

Then let's wop, until the early morn'

I need that funk when I'm up in the club

Even my Chevy that pull up on dubs

Give me that drop down the waist like a drug

Little mama hot and she might show me love

Oh, hot damn, celebrate 'til the AM

I love it so much, it's got me saying

[Will.I.am with Tiffany Villarreal:]

Oh hot damn, this is my jam

Keep me partying 'til the AM

Y'all don't understand, make me throw my hands

In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

(Oh hot damn, this is my jam

Keep me partying 'til the AM

Y'all don't understand, make me throw my hands

In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer)

[Flo Rida:]

Hey! I just might start the wave

Like I'm at the ball game, do my thang

Hands up, I got, money in the bank

I'm so fly, 747 plane

Rock it, don't stop it, how I got my name

Baby, keep poppin', you might get the fame

Walk the red carpet, won't see you the same

I get to stuntin', no (Minimum wage)

Slide with me, ride with me

Flo Rida represent, gotta vibe with me

Make me, throw it up, bartender in the club

Go ahead and po' it up, gotta wonder how I does

Get buck and showin' up they (Stare, stare)

I'm hood, so it's really un- (Fair, fair)

Look good, shawty gon' get (Bare, bare)

We check, run my city like the (Mayor, mayor)

[Will.I.am (Tiffany Villarreal) {Both}:]

Oh hot damn (Damn) this is my jam (Jam)

Keep me partying 'til the AM

{Y'all don't understand} Make me throw my hands

In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer (Throw my hands in the)

{Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer}

{Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer}

Aight, now stop! Ooh

Put yo' hands in the air

It's a stick-up, stick-up, stick-up

A-stick-up, touch the ceilin', baby

{Throw my hands in the}

(Throw my hands in the) Put your hands up

(Throw my hands in the) Put your hands up

(Throw my hands in the) Put your, put your hands

Now put your hands up, to the sky {To the sky}

Wave 'em, wave 'em 'round and 'round, side to side {Side to side}

[Flo Rida (will.I.am):]

Get the party started, gon' touch the roof (Touch the proof)

(And we got them bottles poppin' up at my booth)

So throw yo' hands in the ayer! (Touch the ceiling, baby!)

Feel it, feel it, baby! Throw yo hands up!

[Will.I.am:]

Oh hot damn, this is my jam

Keep me partying 'til the AM

Y'all don't understand, make me throw my hands

In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Throw them hands up!

Me & U lyrics - Flo Rida

You and me (Just you and me)

Me and you (just me and you)

Just you and me (Just you and me)

Emotions

These emotions I feel (These are the emotions I feel)

These emotions are real (I know that emotions are real)

'Cause you are my love (You are my love)

(You are my love, baby)

(You are my love)

I got emotions

You got emotions

We need to be together

You ain't gon' find you nothin' better

I don't warrant the pressure

I don't mess with them heefers

Baby you under pressure

All of them Italian leathers

All them gifts on the regular

Brand new Phantom umbrella

You on, girl

We even got matchin' perfume and cologne, girl

Ain't no other nigga gon' be touchin' your thong, girl

You mine, ain't no denyin'

Even witness me cryin', take some time to rewind

Let's bullshit, two human beings in love

Nah it ain't like this, see you makin' me cuss

Damn right I'm pissed, it was supposed to be us

This is ridiculous, 'cause it was supposed to us

Just you and me (Just you and me)

Just me and you (just me and you)

Just you and me (Just you and me)

I can't let it go

These emotions I feel (These are the emotions I feel)

These emotions are real (I know that emotions are real)

'Cause you are my love (You are my love)

(You are my love, baby)

(You are my love)

I got emotions

You got emotions

I got your name tattooed

You think that's enough for me to go nuts like cashews

Not my soul, like we be callin' black fool

I mean damn who knows, you prolly fucked another dude

I gave you that rose, that ring when I proposed to you

Got rid of my gold teeth, 'cause your mom and them, oops

And shot at them fools who touched your brother, now Boo

And now you gon' tell me we should slow it down, who

Not Flo Rida, I provided Campbells' soup

When sick 'bout to die, I spoon-fed you Theraflu

You gotsa be high, woman, I ain't 'bout to lose

Get out this house, I pay tuition on ya school

I mean to my knowledge, until the end it's me and you

Just you and me (Just you and me)

Just me and you (just me and you)

Just you and me (Just you and me)

I can't let it go

These emotions I feel (These are the emotions I feel)

These emotions are real (I know that emotions are real)

'Cause you are my love (You are my love)

(You are my love, baby)

(You are my love)

I got emotions

You got emotions

These emotions

I don't care what those other people say

Don't care

They don't understand why I feel this way

I don't care what those other people say

Don't care

They don't understand these emotions

Just you and me (Just you and me)

Just me and you (just me and you)

Just you and me (Just you and me)

I can't let it go

These emotions I feel (These are the emotions I feel)

These emotions are real (I know that emotions are real)

'Cause you are my love (You are my love)

(You are my love, baby)

(You are my love)

These emotions

You and me (And me)

(And me)

All My Life lyrics - Flo Rida

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

The hood never caused but they all was hard

His kind never represented love at all

Purple hearts in the hood, them ghetto scars

Where every time I see my daddy it was just a mirage

Now my mammy need a mechanic when the car wouldn't start

I couldn't understand it, even told it to God

Now my family in jeans, headed straight to the top

Access granted with this empty can of starch

Knowing not to panic, liquor store got robbed

Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block

Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars

Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage

Gotta make it out for real for I be at large

I wrote XXL in the view of my squad

Got a record on the shelf they say I'm good at the mall

Gotta learn to help myself no sugar to borrow

'Cause

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

A four course meal every first of the month

Everybody in the projects family home

Don't know you 'til the DJ like I want some

But before thanksgiving, was a catholic nun

Crabs in the bucket dirty eleven to one

Without the struggle probably never woulda heard of Lebron

Try and juggle in the casket with ya sister lavonne

Suicide, live lavish at the tip of my tongue

Only thing come to ratchet was the twenty-third song

Yeah, it coulda been tragic for the boy from the scums

Yeah, he got the craftmatic no rest 'til I won

Life took a stab at him couldn't punch him alone

Born near the savages kinda made me numb

Two doors from where the dope boi magic was slung

It was real not a fancy, they'd kill ya for crumbs

Only reason why I rap, keep from being a bum

'Cause

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

Sitting here, reminiscing

Of all the nights I had to grind

Taking chances with the system

I put my whole life on the line

All my life, know it ain't been sweet

All my life, I been in the streets

All my life, up against concrete

All my life, mama gave me the speech

All my life, somebody died every week

All my life, ducking the police

All my life, without soda I weeped

All my life, no first class seats

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

All my life, had to hustle just to make a way

All my life, riding dirty on the highway

All my life, and it all changed in one day

All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on

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

Freaky Deaky lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Trey Songz)

[Trey Songz:]

Ass shakin' at a quarter to two

And I'm feelin' you're ready to, freak me, freak me

Bodies clappin' applause

You can hear us in the bathroom cuttin' up, freaky deaky

I got just what we need, Hennessy and some weed

Light the candles up, freaky

You inspire me with ecstasy

Got me feelin' so freaky deaky

[Flo Rida (Trey Songz):]

Legs up on my shoulders, if you want, I'll bend you over

Climb on top of me, it's over, let you (ride me, ride me)

I'm teach you yoga, let you meet my freaky solider

We might end up on the sofa doin' the (nasty, nasty)

Girl, if I give you that tongue

Lick you all, over be makin' you (cum)

You tell a friend, now she gon' wanna come

That's how Flo Rida be havin 'em (sprung)

Screamin' all way to the top of your (lungs)

Scratchin' my back 'cause this dick is the (bomb)

Tappin' that ass on that Don (Perignon)

You out of gas girl I'm not even (done)

I got your

[Trey Songz:]

Ass shakin' at a quarter to two

And I'm feelin' you're ready to, freak me, freak me

Bodies clappin' applause

You can hear us in the bathroom cuttin' up, freaky deaky

I got just what we need, Hennessy and some weed

Light the candles up, freaky

You inspire me with ecstasy

Got me feelin' so freaky deaky

[Flo Rida (Trey Songz):]

Sweatin' down your body, c'mere girl I want your body

Promise I won't tell nobody if you (sex me, sex me)

Yeah, I know you probably got a man but youse a hottie

Long legs like calamari, look so (tasty, tasty)

I wanna get you so (wet)

Outta control when I kiss on your (neck)

Girl, I'm a pro if you ready to (flex)

Any position, I stroke it the (best)

Play with that kitty up under your (dress)

Shorty I really know how to (caress)

Give you them hickies all over your (breasts)

Takin' no pity, get rid of your (stress)

I'll have your

[Trey Songz:]

Ass shakin' at a quarter to two

And I'm feelin' you're ready to, freak me, freak me

Bodies clappin' applause

You can hear us in the bathroom cuttin' up, freaky deaky

I got just what we need, Hennessy and some weed

Light the candles up, freaky

You inspire me with ecstasy

Got me feelin' so freaky deaky

[Flo Rida (Trey Songz):]

Fiendin' for my thuggin', lots of rubbin', lots of touchin'

Now ya hot just like a oven, girl you're (horny, horny)

Freaky deaky lovin', ecstasy before we cuttin'

Leave ya navel like I'm grubbin' if I (eat you, eat you)

I ain't just bumpin' my (gums)

Girl, it's whatever, we on that (Patron)

Whole 'nother level, lil mama (it's on)

Oh, you like that

Don't you fight back

Throw it right back or (some)

Layin' that pipe just like a (plumber)

If you got it from your mama

Bet your

[Trey Songz:]

Ass shakin' at a quarter to two

And I'm feelin' you're ready to, freak me, freak me

Bodies clappin' applause

You can hear us in the bathroom cuttin' up, freaky deaky

I got just what we need, Hennessy and some weed

Light the candles up, freaky

You inspire me with ecstasy

Got me feelin' so freaky deaky