R.O.O.T.S. (2009)












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Finally Here lyrics - Flo Rida

Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown, I'm grindin', trying to make it by
Prayin' for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this

No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe
I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell gon' do it for me?
Who the hell gon' do it free?
If I don't get up and bust my ass, that's my motto
I can't put my faith in the lotto
Luck don't stay nowhere near where I go
Unless you ride that motherfucker
And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
But I got grazed, the bullet went through
But I ain't get paid
Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B
Hey boss, I'm comin' in late

Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown, I'm grindin', trying to make it by
Prayin' for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this

Lil' cousin got it right?
And bike without no frame, ride the same rides without no brain?
Life ain't life, without no shame
If I make it out the hood, damn right I'm gon' change
My cell phone number
But the area code still gon' be 305 tho
My friends, who was my friends just like my kin?
Walked e'm in model?
But please wipe your feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on, it's all love
Boy, let me stop, I'm dreamin' too much, now who the hell
Gon' give up a million bucks
Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards
I'm scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, it's hard huh?

Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown, I'm grindin', trying to make it by
Prayin' for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this

F-F-F-Finding me
That day I been tryin' to reach, that pay I been dyin' to see
Boy them folk wouldn't lie to me
I thought money ain't grow on trees
Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
They quit, you can't see no leaves
Hold up, I need my Versaces
Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn't gon' be shit
Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix
My book say "Why y'all gave that nigga some cash?"
I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Here it goes

Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown, I'm grindin', trying to make it by
Prayin' for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this

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Jump lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Nelly Furtado)

[Nelly Furtado (Flo Rida):]
(Come on and j–)
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na (Jump, jump, jump)

When I say jump, you say, ("How high?")
I ain't never seen nobody-ody (get so high)
(Like a bird, like a plane), this body-ody (insane)
This body-ody (insane), so jump, jump, jump, jump

[Flo Rida:]
Now I'm gon' take it to the roof
Everybody with me got they own parachute
You ain't scared of heights when you sippin' on Goose
Party all night like I'm flyin' JetBlue
You ain't never seen nobody get this loose
Shawty actin' naughty with her body, what it do?
Jump to this man, bump to this man
Stomp to this man, crunk to this man, got another hit, man
Hold up, I wanna go up, don't wanna throw up
My clique pour up, and every bad chick know us
Dance, the boy got us all feelin' high
Nasty, shawty, I'm a astronaut
High rollin', baby, like I'm chokin' on pot
Super Bowl pimp Goodyear on tire
Could I be a bird? I gotta be fly
Butterfly and spur, and I got a couple words

[Nelly Furtado (Flo Rida):]
When I say jump, you say, ("How high?")
I ain't never seen nobody-ody (get so high)
(Like a bird, like a plane), this body-ody (insane)
This body-ody (insane), so jump, jump, jump, jump
When I say jump, you say, ("How high?")
I ain't never seen nobody-ody (get so high)
(Like a bird, like a plane), this body-ody (insane)
This body-ody (insane), so jump, jump, jump, jump

[Flo Rida:]
When I run up in the club, jump in, then I gotta be there
Check it out, shawty like Nike Air
Up, up and away, take it off like mere
NBA ballin', I don't care
Now what do you do when you see you
A shawty and she make it bounce in the room?
Hey, girl, come on, baby, you a fine sexy lady
Can I get on your hot air balloon?
Sky high, still clubbin' like I'm part of the mile high
Ears poppin', Bubbalicious, help me get right
Keep poppin' in position after midnight
Moese? Fried chickens up in NY
Jigga what? Don't it feel good?
Houston, we gonna jump ship, all aboard
Come around me, and we'll parlay, we're throwed
Cali is jumpin', hit the switch on the 6-4

[Nelly Furtado (Flo Rida):]
When I say jump, you say, ("How high?")
I ain't never seen nobody-ody (get so high)
(Like a bird, like a plane), this body-ody (insane)
This body-ody (insane), so jump, jump, jump, jump

[Flo Rida:]
Come on and jump, jump, jump
Come on and jump, jump, jump
Come on and jump, jump, jump
(All my ladies) Get down, get down, get down
(All my ladies) Get down, get down, get down
(All the fellas) Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
(All the fellas, the ladies, the fellas, the ladies, let me see you)

[Nelly Furtado (Flo Rida):]
When I say jump, you say, ("How high?")
I ain't never seen nobody-ody (get so high)
(Like a bird, like a plane), this body-ody (insane)
This body-ody (insane), so jump, jump, jump, jump
When I say jump, you say, ("How high?")
I ain't never seen nobody-ody (get so high)
(Like a bird, like a plane), this body-ody (insane)
This body-ody (insane), so jump, jump, jump, jump

[Flo Rida:]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Down, down, down, down

[Nelly Furtado:]
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

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Gotta Get It (Dancer) lyrics - Flo Rida

Gotta get that money dancer
Gotta get that money dancer

She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Hey, I want, I want a nasty girl
All about the party, now the backseat, girl
Upfront when you give it and attract me, girl
First number saved in my blackberry pearl
Call up shawty, showin' out for the world
Get it, bounce in the stage, all the freaks won't hurt
Money in her waist and you finna get served
Don't trip, give a tip, now I'ma let you feel her curves
Take off her clothes, get loose for that dough
So rock [?], abuse in that pole
Shown up the tools, she droppin' and reload
Never no excuse for this girl in this freak mode

(Yep) She the real deal
(Yep) Give my dollar bills
(Yep) From the hollow tip
(Yep) Shawty outta here
(Yep) Got a lot of hips
(Yep) With the model lips
(Yep) She gotta get that money

She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Hey, shawty, sweat it out, do it, let me check it out
Encore roar so we never have to air it out
Pockets on swole so I never gotta go
Got a lotta bankrolls so the guap pick a [?]
Like I got fees, now I'm spendin' on you
Told my girl get to dance for his birthday boo
I know I got the cash that you're lookin' for too
For the best Louis bag, for the Jimmy Choo shoe
Oh, not a problem, I can solve 'em
Sexy situation, get it to the bottom
Givin' you a [?] all up in the [?]
[?]
That's the nasty stuff that I need
Girl, do your thang, the money you don't breathe
[?] come up with a striptease
I bet you gotta get that money dancer

She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Hey shawty, get that money
Sh-shawty, gotta get that money, that money
Sh-shawty, gotta have that money, that money
Sh-shawty, gotta get that money, that money
Sh-shawty gotta have that money, that money
Shawty f-f-freak it f-f-freak it f-f-freak it f-f-freak it
Shawty n-n-nasty n-n-nasty n-n-nasty

She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do
Gotta get that money dancer
She's a nasty dancer
Dancing for money
Do what you wanna do
She's a freaky dancer
Dancing, she loves it
Do what you gotta do
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Shone lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Pleasure P)

[Flo Rida:]
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone

Hey, okay lil mama, I know your kind and I like 'em grown
Do this, do that, never hold back, I think I'm ready, come on
Sh-shorty, I see ya thong, that body is what I want
I got it written in stone, let's start off sippin' Patron
However, whenever, whatever, this here what I'm all about
Spend cheddar, the weather get better
Put on, I'ma give you this crown
Forever and ever on schedule
Yeah, baby, I'ma take it to the top
I'ma take you to the spot
I'ma show you what I got
But you gotta make it drop
Get it poppin', never stop, hey
Cash ain't a problem, I really got dollars
So baby, get straight to the business
Poppin' them collars, I know if I holla
I'm lookin' for shorties with thickness
I'll be your personal fitness
Girl, I'ma get you addicted
So could you be my, would you be my, won't you be my
Can you be my

[Pleasure P:]
Can you be my action?
'Cause from the way that you're dancin'
I know you got it goin' on tonight
Baby, you can be my action
And I'll turn on the lights and the cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my action?
Hey (You could be my shone, you could be my shone)
You can be my, you can be my - we shonin'
Baby, you can be my action
You can be my - whoa
We shonin'

[Flo Rida:]
You can be my action, plenty satisfaction
I really got a fetish, she bowlegged, that's my attraction
Set it off there, baby, with the blackberry that's my collection
What it do on everything that sexiness is my passion
Whatever you like, we turn off the lights
Go'head 'n show me your back strong
The end of the night, if you get me right
Got stacks to blow like a saxophone
Do ya thang, mama, keep killin' 'em
Dead presidents, I'm peelin' 'em
For the record, I'm feelin' ya, no contest, shorty, keep grillin' 'em
All the way, all day
Don't play, get straight to the point, raise the temperature
So hot, celebrate, girl
I just wanna give you this cake, let's get physical
Baddest in the club, how you do that, baby? You too much
Just my luck, let me touch, be director, let me cut

[Pleasure P:]
Can you be my action?
'Cause from the way that you're dancin'
I know you got it goin' on tonight
Baby, you can be my action
And I'll turn on the lights and the cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my action?
Hey (You could be my shone, you could be my shone)
You can be my, you can be my - we shonin'
Baby, you can be my action
You can be my - whoa
We shonin'

I live in Hollywood, but I still be in the 'jects
Shawties wanna holla when they see what's on my neck
My money very long, I ain't gotta make it stretch
And when I say shone, I be talkin' 'bout sex
Say little mama you know I'ma make you holla
Walk in the club and we gon' toss a couple dollas
Pop a few bottles, make them hatas wanna follow
Ain't nothin' wrong, you grown, so baby, can you be my

Can you be my action?
'Cause from the way that you're dancin', I know you got it goin' on tonight
Baby, you can be my action
And I'll turn on the lights and the cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my action?
Hey (You could be my shone, you could be my shone)
You can be my, you can be my - we shonin'
Baby, you can be my action
You can be my - whoa
We shonin'
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Right Round lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Kesha)

[Flo Rida:]
You spin my head right 'round, right 'round
When you go down, when you go down, down

[Kesha:]
You spin my head right 'round, right 'round
When you go down, when you go down, down

[Flo Rida:]
Hey, walk out of the house with my swagger
Hop in, there we go, I got places to go
People to see, time is precious
I look at my Cartier, out of control
Just like my mind where I'm goin'
No women, no shorties, no nothin' but clothes
No stoppin' now, my Pirellis on roll
I like my jewelry that's always on gold
I know the storm is comin'
My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower
Call up my homies
It's on and poppin tonight 'cause it's meant to be ours
We keep a fadeaway shot
'Cause we be ballin', it's platinum Patron that be ours
Little mama, I owe you just like the flowers
Girl, you the truth with all of that goody power, 'cause

You spin my head right 'round, right 'round
When you go down, when you go down, down

[Kesha:]
You spin my head right 'round, right 'round
When you go down, when you go down, down

[Flo Rida:]
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwing my money around
Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found (It's going down, down)
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwing my money around
Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found (It's going down, down)

Hey, shorty must know I'm the man
My money love her like a number one fan
Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my bands
My Benjamin Frank-a-lins
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
My paper planes making her dance
Get dirty all night, that's part of my plan
We building castles that's made out of sand
She's amazing, her fire blazing, hotter than cajun
Girl won't you move a little closer?
Time to get paid, it's maximum wage
That body belongs on a poster
I'm in a daze, that bottom is waving at me, like "Dammit! I know ya!"
Doing a show like a gun out of holster
Tell me whatever then I'll be your chauffeur ('Cause)

You spin my head right 'round, right 'round
When you go down, when you go down, down

[Kesha:]
You spin my head right 'round, right 'round
When you go down, when you go down, down

[Flo Rida:]
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwing my money around
Ain't nothing more beautiful to be fou
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R.O.O.T.S. lyrics - Flo Rida

I'm talking 'bout roots
I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from made me
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me... me
That's because of my roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots

Hey, I can't be mad at what got me ahead
I don't regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
It ain't that beautiful to write on overcoming stress
Top Ramen noodle soup, thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before, "Hey Mr. Skid Row"
The dirty south ain't just a name the way I've been poor
The projects brown and white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gremlin' to them cars in Jigga's video
Can't find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live too? I'm living like my momma told it
Before you reap it, gotta sew it

I'm talking 'bout roots
I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from made me
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me... me
That's because of my roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots

Hey, still on my Kunta Kinte
Somebody had to bleed just for me to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her staying safe
Oh yeah, I had to grieve, but I'm stronger to this day
Pain, I can't ignore it, you might say I'm ignorant
I'm mistaking for courage, victory so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important
37 ave and 187 street
Miami, Carol City, now I'm part of a legacy
I'm thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy
There's only five letters really help me

I'm talking 'bout roots
I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from made me
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me... me
That's because of my roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots

Hey, I know the seeds been planted
It's damaging my soul, but my dreams been granted
That triple life towards, much deeper than Earth's planet
What could I want more than redoing? I never panic
Gets no lower than the ground beneath your feet
A man will stand for nothing if he falls for defeat
A boulder in the hand better than all in the street
If you look beneath the sand, then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches, roots before the mansions
Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish

I'm talking 'bout roots
I can't hate where I'm from
'Cause where I'm from made me
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me... me
That's because of my roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking 'bout roots
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Be On You lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Ne-Yo)

[Ne-Yo:]
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you, on you
I wanna be on you, on you
And if you don't like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

[Flo Rida:]
Sh-sh-shawty with no limits, that's what I need all the time
I'm w-w-with it, she with it, she not sure she put it down
Come g-g-get it, the business, I h-h-hit it, whose is it?
The Benz with the windows tinted, go on, lock it, dirty south
Shown in like them grown men, Goose, Patron, gin
L-let me go on in, sexy moanin', c-catch me jonesin'
N-no not never ever witnessed little mama off schedule
Got me achy, call me papi, hot as saki, fly as feathers
B-but robbed that, sh-shawty house staked, g-got that prowl cat
I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that
But what I look for, this gal is hood core, b-baddest outdoors
Deserve a encore, the definition of a show

[Ne-Yo:]
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you, on you
I wanna be on you, on you
And if you don't like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

[Flo Rida:]
Hey, I'm feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt
My s-s-swagger should tell it more than anything can vouch
Little mama you are what's happening, ghetto fine, I'll make you proud
So stunt-alicious, I love it, let's at least work something out
Miss Thang, million dollar game, Coke bottle frame
Make my wall of fame, let me know your name, I control the rain
I can make it better, matter of fact I'll make it wetter
Stormy weather with this cheddar all because you hot as ever
If you may lady, let me play baby, make my way baby
You won't like it, send it back, i-it's okay, baby
You's a keeper, such a diva, give me your fever
If I could freak ya, give me the word, I mean no harm

[Ne-Yo:]
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you, on you
I wanna be on you, on you
And if you don't like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

Girl, let me touch you like nobody can
Girl, let me show you I'm a gentleman
I wanna be the one to hold your hand
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
Girl, let me touch you like nobody can
I wanna show you I'm a gentleman
Girl, let me be the one to hold your hand
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you, on you
I wanna be on you, on you
And if you don't like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you, I wanna be on you
And if you don't like that then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say
Be on you, y-y-you
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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

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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"
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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)
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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
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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

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Mail On Sunday (2008)












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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
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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
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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
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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
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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)
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