Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008) by Flo Rida (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly, let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack ack like you know
Ayyy my whole squad iced out, my nigga so
Trill my nigga so trill ack like you know
Ack ack like you know, ack like you know
Ack ack like you know

Why ask a question that already got an answer
End of discussion, meet the polar bears you pandas
Rubberbands bonanzas when I'm in the lands of 20 grand
You stand up make you understand us
I'm sorry if you ain't got your stacks up
Tell yo click, to patch up that envy to get you patched up
Ya'll ain't ready for this
But she ain't think she ready to spit
I ain't just tellin you shit peep that thing on my wrist, Flo Rida Franchize
I'm like the pizza man all about cheese for the doors
Raise yo hand mobile ain't local ghetto nigga I ain't posisle stuntin' hard

Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin, ' come on...

Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl.
Got you stuck on my elevator.
Get it up. On my ehh o ehh oh.

Hey
My first flo stopped a gold diggin' woman
Money cash flow all big faced hundreds
Stuntin' on the pole got them d-boys running
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 bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani
See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps Bugs Bunny
Used to date Kanye now she want me
While I got my juice wanna take my OJ
It ain't her birthday but her name on the cake
If I ever play for booty grade A

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

My First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh

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 floor
Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some more
Hey, dime piece girl; True Religion, Ed Hardy
Little mama twerk that top model body
South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati
I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cuz...
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(Thie girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh

My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood action
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
Tattoo type, bump the low ring tone
Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her.
Roll up machilles don't smoke arizona
One night stand one night with the clan
One night, one time broke her off 10 grand.
Project all the way gutta all day
Shorty don't fake she'll put it in your face
Three stories while them hood rats beg

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cause...
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh

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let me talk to em let me talk to em

C'mon

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

She turned around and gave that

big booty a smack

She hit the flo [She hit the flo]

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low







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

this crazy all night spendin my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin X and ooo

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

Whoa Did I think I seen shorty 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

Imma say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that, I love women exposed

She threw it back at me, I gave her more

Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes







She 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

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack

She hit the flo [She hit the flo]

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low







Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home

My jeans full of gwap

And they ready for Shones

Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown

Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on) Two stacks (come on)

Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)

What you think I'm playin baby girl

I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

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

I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola

Got me like a Soldier

She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her

So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover

Shorty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her,

Like a pornography poster

She showed her







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

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack

She hit the flo [She hit the flo]

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low







Whoa Shawty

Yea she was worth the money

Lil mama took my cash,

and I ain't want it back,

The way she bit that rag,

got her them paper stacks,

Tattoo Above her crack,

I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin

They be want it two in the mornin

I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin

She wouldn't stop, made it drop

Shorty did that pop and lock,

Had to break her off that gwap

Gah it was fly just like my glock





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

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack

She hit the flo [She hit the flo]

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon

[Chorus: Will.I.Am ] [X2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Hey this is my jam
Yall don't understand
I'll make you understand
What's pumpin in my CD player (player)
Party all night like yayer (yayer)
Shawty got a hand in the ayer (ayer)
Make me want to take it dayer
Then I go, here I go, here is my song
DJ bring it back come in my zone
I get paid for them couple bonez
The next wop until the early morn
I need that crunk when I'm up in tha club
Even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs
Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug
Lil mama hot and she might show me love
O hot damn
Celebrate to tha A.M
I love it so much it got me sayin

[Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer

[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
Hey Heyy I might just start the wave
Like I'm at a ball game do my thang
Hands up high I got money in tha bank
I'm so fly 747 pain
Rock it no stop it how I got my name
Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame
Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same
I get tha stuntin forget my name
Start with me
Ride with me
Represent tha city vibe with me
Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club
Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder
How much to show enough to stare(stare)
I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair)
Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare)
We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor)

[Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer

(Will.I.Am)
Alright now stop oooo put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up stick up) it's a stick up just to tha ceilin man