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On And On lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Kevin Rudolf)
And you never heard a sound like this before
Back, still hot, and you want some more?
[Flo Rida:]
I said that c-c-can't be her's
All that bottom b-b-bottom
Then again, that might be hers
U-up top and get my dollars for sure
Then I meet my mama let's go
Think about this girl all 24
My mind, her whistle she blow
Make me wanna li-lick her below
I talk about her, shawty fly
I wanna-wanna be the pilot
Perfect girl, shawty shy
And I can't keep silent
Tell my brother, my ex-lover
All my homies and my uncle damn
There she is, I'mma be quiet
Listen carefully
[Kevin Rudolf:]
Even got me talkin' 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body's got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on
[Flo Rida:]
I-I can feel her love, she's a model, super model, I know
Look at that-that strut, that Coca bottle, b-b-ottle, hello
Just know shawty on point like, elbow
We can flip a coin and I want both
Her head, her tails, I'm obsessed with this female
And her chest like, oh, jewels
She's so blessed, mmm-mmm she smells
[?] than a mother- I almost cuss
This girl make me wanna fu- I mean cut
Action totally, it's some attraction
Mmm! There she go again
Come here, girl
I even be talkin' to myself
[Kevin Rudolf:]
Even got me talkin' 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body's got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on
[Flo Rida (Kevin Rudolf):]
So fine, you're the one (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
So fine, you're the one (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
So fine, you're the one (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
Got me goin' on and on (On and on and on)
On and on and on (On and on and on)
[Kevin Rudolf:]
Even got me talkin' 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on 'bout you, baby
I just wanna take you home tonight
And, oh, that body's got me talkin' crazy
Got me goin' on, on and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) lyrics - Flo Rida
[Flo Rida:]
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, let's go
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Shawty, got it jumpin' around and I'm thrown
And we gotta couple of rounds of Nuvo
Everybody lookin' around like, uh, oh
Okay, whatcha say? Let's play
Shake it with a little bit of Beyoncé
Turn around and give it to me, shawty, get paid
Do it for them girls, they be jealous anyway
On stage, I wanna be amazed
Pop that, drop that, it's ya birthday
Top that, got stacks, work for this stage
Stop that, lock that, work it in place
You the best, shawty, don't be scurred
Let loose, get a Louis like hers
You the truth, get money, it's yours
Back it up like that, yes, sir
Oh, oh, baby, want some more, baby?
I love the way you do it 'cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down, so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, let's go
It's your sexy that got me now
Willin' to bet they can't shut you down
I'm impressed the way you makin' it bounce
Workin' the middle again, makin' it jiggle again
Hello, let's go, just know
I love the way you do it, how you take it to the floor
Show 'em how you do it like you ready for the pole
Baby, you can do it fifty times in a row
Them rows get ready for yo' pose
Lights, camera, action, lose control
Ain't got to practice, you's a pro
All types of magic, lose the clothes
Gotta party like this yo' world
Make yo' booty go stupid, girl
So hot and I love them curves
Off top, shawty, mark my words
Oh, oh, baby, want some more, baby?
I love the way you do it 'cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down, so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, let's go
I don't have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-stutterin'
How can I make you stay?
I don't have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-stutterin'
Stutterin', stutterin'
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Oh, oh, baby, want some more baby?
I love the way you do it cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, mmm da da
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show
Mmm da da, oh-oh
Mmm da da, let's go
Come With Me lyrics - Flo Rida
I met a lot of women on the road
My pimping is world wide
And everybody knows, uh
But something about her
Makes me wanna slow it
Spend a little more time
I like that she has a mind on her
I gotta get her
Won't, stop 'til I got her
She focus, she go to school
She works from ten to two, he-yo
'Cause shawty, 'cause shawty, 'cause shawty's fly
I can use someone like you by my side
As long as you're a rider, rider, I can lower you down
Or provider, -vider, baby, are you down?
So you should get to know me
Little Mama
So tell me, what it's gonna be, little mama?
Hop in the ride, in the passenger side
I'll show you just how to roll
Come kick with me tonight eh-yo
Don't be afraid
Everything is alright
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna rock and see?
What do we have here now?
Now, do you ride or die tonight?
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna run, quick see
What do we have here now
Now do you ride or die tonight?
The perfect situation for us both
'Cause shawty, you want your ground
And I'm let you handle mines, boo
Just tell me what you need, and it's a go
I love the fact that you fine
So movie girl, can we can drive-thru?
Foot off the pedal, like you and the stilettos
Wanna make you the one
Get freaky under the sun, eh-yo
That body, that body, that body right
We can get straight to business every night
As long as you a rider, rider, I can lower you down
Or provider, -vider, baby, are you down?
So you should get to know me, little mama
So tell me, what's it gonna be, little mama?
Hop in the ride, in the passenger side
I'll show you just how to roll
Come kick with me tonight eh-yo
Don't be afraid
Everything is alright
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna run quick, see?
What do we have here now?
Now, do you ride or die tonight?
She wanna come with me
Little mama, wanna run, quick, see?
What do we have here now?
Now do you ride or die tonight?
Who Dat Girl lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Akon)
[Flo Rida:]
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
I'll be looking at everybody else watching
I don't wanna be obnoxious
But this girl worth the gossip
Take away the smile
The tattoos now, forever she very guardless
I imagine her topless
She might set off my rocket
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
On and poppin'
She mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
Return, I'm gonna celebrate, glitter to my life
I should twitter this is girl, she's sparkling
[Akon:]
She ain't no rock star
But she's got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
[Flo Rida:]
Hey, they wanna know my mam name
'Cause that where she get from
They ain't never shot her with silicone
Shawty is her and her she's the real one
Touch one, grab one, feel one
I wish she would'a told me that
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
Like damn, can I be yo' police badge?
Pull it up, get a little cozy and
Woman is sort'a like a oldie jam
Record some shh on a playboy cam
She ain't no actress
The movie found my mattress
Rock star, none of that practice
But still she's got fanatics
[Akon:]
She ain't no rock star
But she's got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
[Flo Rida:]
Oh, whoa, whoa
Look at her go, whoa, whoa
I wanna know, whoa, whoa
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
Oh, whoa, whoa
Look at her go, whoa, whoa
I wanna know, whoa, whoa
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
[Akon:]
She ain't no rock star
But she's got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
She ain't got riches
But she's got fashion
She ain't a model
But camera's flashing
And when she struts that thing around
Everybody be breaking their neck like
Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl?
21 lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Laza Morgan)
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she's ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down!
[Flo Rida:]
Yeah, shut it down, 21 like gambling
Black Jack, show the bet, showing all the skin
Go in there, she a ten, 'bout to bring her friends
Throw it back like what's that happening?
In the morning, I'm patronin'
Half the bottle 'cause she's probably a woman
Drunk up, feel better in the morning
Drank up, ran out like whoa
Don't want the club to get closed
Around like mile 24
When she came to the door
[?] let's go
What happens in the spot tonight, they won't know
The birthday girl is out of control
Like it's room, my show for sure
'Cause she's 21 years old
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down!
[Flo Rida:]
Oh, you know that what happens at a 21st B-Day
Stays at a 21st B-Day
Gotta go hard, you don't wanna take it easy
Shut it down, get the shout out from the D.J
One drop on the birthday girl
The beat 21 is your world
Do you [?]
Real talk in the [?], I heard
The momma don't curr like it's all about her
She don't see nobody like at all, it's a blur
151 the caughty got nerd
Shots on [?]
Hella fun in the club, non-stop
Show her love, how to stay in the spot
Show [?] got it on lock
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down
[Flo Rida:]
I'm spending money tonight
Give you the time of your life
The after party's back at my house (My house)
I've got a present for you
It's waiting up in my room
But I wanna give it to you right now (Right now)
Who wants another round?
We're 'bout to take them down
I'm spending birthday cake
How you're shaking that [?]
She's turning 21, the night has just begun
We gonna be living in a
[Laza Morgan:]
She just turned 21
Now she's all up in the club, having hell of fun
She says she wanna rock all night
Go ahead and give her some
Go ahead and get a chunk
Oh man, she bought another round
Shawty 'bout to shut it down
Down, down, down, down
(Cups in the air, we can't put 'em) Down, down, down, down
We've got the freaks
It's going down, down, down, down
Oh man, she look like she ready now
Yes man, let's shut it down
Respirator lyrics - Flo Rida
Need all my money
(Uh) I want all my cash
I need all my money
(Uh) I want all my cash
And you can lea' yo ass
(Oh-oh)
She said it was her cousin (Oh-oh)
All along, that nigga was her man (Oh-oh)
Played me like Disneyland
Dolla duck, I took a hit like contraband (Yeah) (Oh-oh)
Seen all the warnings (Oh-oh)
Damn near showed all the signs (Oh-oh)
I was looking for some party time
The wrong bitch showed up, make ya talk about her
Out to rob me, don't mess with a loaded gun (Oh-oh)
Y'all niggas tryna have some fun
She only love me
I throw five thousand ones, up
See, that's bad for business (Oh-oh)
That's what I had to learn (Oh-oh)
And that's what she got to learn
I ain't going no where for your concern, girl
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
(Oh-oh)
I wanna place an order (Oh-oh)
A number one, you can keep the cheese (Oh-oh)
Yeah shorty, I got the cheese
She work the drive-through
Why, when you can leave with me, now (Oh-oh)
Miss independent (Oh-oh)
'Til I start breaking bread (Oh-oh)
Reminiscing on the girl I met
Ooh, ooh back and forth until she came corrected (Oh-oh)
Gave me your body (Oh-oh)
Got me thinking I'm the only one (Oh-oh)
Now baby girl, get the Louis Vuitton
Got every nigga with a figure, got me jumping the gun
(Oh-oh)
Should I delete my twitter? (Oh-oh)
Would that be an Indian giver? (Oh-oh)
She got a man, but I wanna be wit' her
Shorty like my silent killer
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Girl, drop it low
Pick it up, don't stop (No no no no)
Take your love and my heart might stop (No no no no)
Falling in love, up in this club
Watching them bring me bottles of bub
Baby, are you taking me home?
Girl, if you don't, I will spend it all
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl, I'd die without ya
Girl, I'd die without ya
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Hey, girl, with yo' booty on the floor
Don't stop now
Girl, I'd die without you
You got a body that kill
If ya don't keep dancing
Girl, I'd die without you
Club Can't Handle Me lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. David Guetta)
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
Haha! Can't nothin' handle me right now!
I see you, D. Guetta, let's get 'em!
[Flo Rida:]
Hey
I own the night and I don't need no help
Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt
Stuntin' gone wild, can't handle this player
Life of the club arrogant like yeah
Talk like money so the girls just melt
One too many, all on me like twelve
Look like cash and they all just stare
Bottles, models, standin' on chairs
Ball out 'cause that's the business
All out, it's so ridiculous
Zone out, so much attention
Scream out, I'm in the building, hey!
They watchin', I know this
I'm rockin', I'm rollin'
I'm holdin', I know it, you know it
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
[Flo Rida:]
Hey
Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control
Can't stop now, more shots, let's go
Ten more rounds, can I get a K.O.?
Paparazzi tryna make me pose
Came to party 'til I can't no more
Celebrate 'cause that's all I know
Tip the groupies takin' off they clothes
Grand finale like Super Bowl
Go hard, I run the show
That's right, wild out, got money to blow
More lights, more ice, when I walk in the door
No hype, do it big all over the globe
Yeah! I said it, go tell it
Confetti, who ready?
I'm ready! You ready? Let's get it!
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
[Flo Rida:]
You got me watchin' now (Yeah)
Got my attention now (Yeah)
Got everybody in the club wantin' to know now
I am a ladies' man, come and be my lady and
We can ball, so, ah!
Bring ya body here, let me switch up ya atmosphere
Take you out of the club and up in my new Lear (Yeah)
Fly you all around the world
What you want, baby girl?
Are you ready to go, now?
[Flo Rida & Carmen Michelle Key:]
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
(Put your hands up!)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-ei-yeaaah, eh, yea-yeaaaah)
[Flo Rida:]
Put your hands up!
Let's celebrate now!
Put your hands up!
Put your hands up!
Let's celebrate now!
Put your hands up!
You know who shut 'em down!
Why You Up In Here lyrics - Flo Rida (feat. Ludacris, Git Fresh, Gucci Mane)
[Gucci Mane:]
Flo Rida!
Gucci!
Brr!
[Flo Rida:]
I done bought all this Ciroc
Now lil' mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my Roley's six o'clock
Now you know you better stop
You done heard about my squad
I am G po boy
You either (Uhh) or you not (Hold up, shawty)
Wait a minute, shawty, why you came?
Who you know and who the hell told you to come?
All up in the middle with the business unofficial
When I can't stand a chick tryna spoil my fun
Lookin' for a dude to rip you off some funds
I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's
"Let me look rich, I wanna have his son"
I sip Pérignon, but do I look dumb?
Get a job, tryna turn my knob
And if the door open up, make sure you slob
My boys they know we buy the bar
Sit back, blow smoke from a Cuban cigar
What's your mission?
Looks suspicious
I don't get it
No permission
Back no interest
What's the business?
Shawty, listen
[Git Fresh & Ludacris:]
I'm just tryna figure (Figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Why you up in here?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Why you dancin' on me
Steady talkin' to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Watchin' you doin' up in here, man?
Get your ass on
All up in my grill
[Ludacris:]
Now I ain't got no time for silly games
Got no time for silly notions
But get smacked silly for playin' with my emotions
You figured you lead me on
But bitch, you led me out the door
Now let me lead you with a song
It go like, "D, you's a hoe"
Drunk up all my Cointreau
Ain't even leave me with a glass
So cough up my whole bottle
Or I'ma take out your ass
'Cause you don't wanna see me angry (Nope)
You don't like me when I'm angry (Nope)
Live like Jackson 5
But get greezy like Jermaine
Be dangerous like Michael
So Tito pass the tissues
Don't test me 'cause I keep a clipper number 2 pistols
And you will be erased
Outta sight and outta mind
So get the fuck on
Or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind
[Git Fresh & Gucci Mane:]
I'm just tryna figure (Figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Why you up in here?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Why you dancin' on me
Steady talkin' to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Flo Rida! Gucci!
All up in my grill
[Gucci Mane:]
All the 4's on my Maserati, whoa kemosabe
I should be a wine taster, bottle poppin' is my hobby
I should be a food critic, all the restaurants I dine in
A quarter million dollars gone, I only got one diamond (damn!)
I'm just tryna figure
How you think you teasin' a nigga
On some [?]
Rock so much ice that'll make ya shiver
M.I.A. to East Atlanta
Big ups if you make the scrilla
I'm too official like I'm Referee Wilson
Referee, bitch, back in Y.A. killed 'em
Gorgeous chica speakin' with a loaded smile
Bad attitude but a song tied
I ain't even hit her like one time
But that could've been a fun time
Could be the back then brought her back
But can't keep it here, you can have her back
I am stable, I am grateful
I ain't faithful, but fuck that
Gucci!
[Git Fresh:]
I'm just tryna figure (Figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
Why you up in here?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Why you dancin' on me
Steady talkin' to me
When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?
I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure)
Why you up in here? Why you up in here?
All up in my grill
Momma lyrics - Flo Rida
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
Yeah, it was all a dream
I ain't even know what platinum means
Still bought that money, when I was 13
Can't wait 'til the day I'm on the TV screen
When I tell my momma sitting next to me
I wanna be a big movie star
No more sugar that we have to borrow
Open up the fridge and it look like horror
Boy, I can't wait to get them million dollars
Make some, bake some
If I gotta find the recipe and whip it 'til the cake done
Whenever get the rockin' when MJ gone
Whenever be on top, I be the next great one
I reminisce being broke as a kid
Where I down sit, I don't go wish
I gotta make it
Momma, when I get big
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
Momma, when I get big, I'ma buy you whatever
Benz with some rims off the lot (off the lot)
And the heels I'ma build you a mansion (a mansion)
And the money in your bag won't stop (won't stop)
R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
- Finally Here
- Jump
- Gotta Get It (Dancer)
- Shone
- Right Round
- R.O.O.T.S.
- Be On You
- Mind On My Money
- Available
- Touch Me
- Never
- Sugar
- Rewind
- Ha (iTunes bonus track)
- Low (Canadian iTunes deluxe edition bonus track)
- Yayo
- Balla (Rhapsody bonus track)
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
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
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
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'
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
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
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
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)
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