Flo Rida Feat. Timbaland - Elevator lyrics

[Intro - Timbaland]:
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 oh, ehh oh...

[Verse 1 - Flo Rida]:
Hey
My first flo stopped on a gold digging woman
Money cash flow all big faced honeys
Frontin' on the floor 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 up on my money
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 with her name on a cake
If I ever play for grade A

[Chorus - Timbaland]:
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 stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
This girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
Thsi girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
This girl is stuck on my …

[Verse 2 - Flo Rida]:
She gotta nail kit, she gotta hair kit
She gotta 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 turned to Internet hottie
Little mama twerk that top model body
South Beach preach in the back of that Ducati
I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari

[Chorus - Timbaland]:
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 stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
This girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
Thsi girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
This girl is stuck on my …

[Verse 3 - Flo Rida]:
My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood act charm
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
tight broach, bump the low ring tone
Roll up don't smoke on her
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

[Chorus - Timbaland]:
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 stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
This girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
Thsi girl is stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
This girl is stuck on my …

Flo Rida feat. Will I.AM-In the Ayer lyrics

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partyin to the A.M.
You all don't understand
Make me throw my hands in the
ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer

[Verse 1: Flo-Rida]
Hey this my jam, you all don't understand
I'll make you understand
what's pumping in my CD player, player
probably all night like yayer yayer
Shawty got her hands in the ayer, ayer
Make me wanna take you dayer
There I go here I go here is my song
DJ bring it back come in my zone
I get paid for them couple bones
The next wop until the early morn
I need that crunk when I'm up in the club
Even my when my Chevy pull up on them dubs
Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug
Little mama hot and she might show me love
O hot damn
Celebrate to the A.M
I love it so much it got me saying

[Chorus (Will.I.Am / Tiffany Villarreal, x2)]

[Verse 2: Flo-Rida]
Hey, hey I might just start the wave
Like I'm at a ball game do my thang
Hands up high, I got money in the bank
I'm so fly 747 pain
Rock it no stop it how I got my name
Baby keep popping, you might get the fame
Walk the red carpet won't see you the same
I get the stunting forget my name
Ride with me
Ride with me
Represent the city vibe with me
Make me throw it up ma timid in the 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 ain't gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor)

[Chorus (Will.I.Am / Tiffany Villarreal, x2)]

[Will.I.Am]
Alright now stop
oh, put your hands in the ayer
it's a stick (a stick up, stick up)
it's a stick up, just to the ceiling, man

Flo Rida feat. Akon - Available lyrics

(Flo Rida)
Its the time, its the right time
Its the time, yo its the perfect time
Yo, its the time, its the right time
Its the time, baby baby baby
I'm a single man
Now lets go out and hit the town and start the minglin
I'll bag the baddest girl around and get her gigglin
I'll take her out onto the floor and get her wigglin

Cuz I aint got no girlfriend, got no obligation
Baby, I'm a single man...thats my situation
Let me put your number in my iPhone, baby
And when I call ya later, maybe I can see ya, lady

(Akon)
I'm finally free and I'ma get right tonight
I'm finally free and I'ma get right tonight
I'm so available, I'm so available
So come and get me

(Flo Rida)
If you a single girl
Up in the club lookin for love then come and bring it, girl
This is the song, now turn it up and come and sing it, girl
And if your man blow up your phone, turn off your ringer, girl
Turn off your ringer

Cuz I aint got no girlfriend, you aint got one either
If you got a girlfriend, baby wont you bring her
If you got a ex, leave your ex at home
And if he instant message, throw away your cell phone

(Akon)
I'm finally free and I'ma get right tonight
I'm finally free and I'ma get right tonight
I'm so available, I'm so available
So come and get me

Flo Rida - Right Round ft Ke$ha lyrics

[Intro:]
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down

Hey!

[Verse 1:]
Walk out the house with my swagger
Hop in the whip yo 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 going
No women, no shorties, no nothing my clothes
No stomping on my Perreli's on froze
Unlike my jewelry that's always on cold
I know the storm is coming
My pockets keep telling me its gonna shower
Call up my homies it's on and poppin' tonight cause it's meant to be ours
We keep a fade away shot cause we balling this platinum Patron every hour
Look momma I owe you just like the flowers
Girl you the truth with all that goody sour
GO!

[Chorus:]
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go 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
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!

[Verse 2:]
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 fans, my Benjamin Franklin's
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands, my paper planes making her dance
Get dirty on like the spot on my hand
We building castles that made out of sand
She's amazin', her fire blazin', hotter than Cajun, girl won't you move a little closer
Time to get paid, it's maximum wage, that body belong on a poster
I'm in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like dammit I told ya
You want a show like a gun out a holster
Tell me whatever and I'll be ya chauffeur
Cause...

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I'm spending my money (Aye!)
I'm out of control (Aye!)
Somebody help me
She taking my bank roll
But I'm king of the club (Aye!)
And I'm wearing the crown
Poppin' these bottles
Touching these models
Watching they asses go down down [repeats down in a chopped and screwed voice 19x]

[Chorus:]
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when ya go down when ya go down down

Flo Rida - Club Can't Handle Me ft. David Guetta lyrics

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 I'm watchin you we go all out
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)

Hey
I own the light and I don't need no help
Gotta be the feeling that scarface player
Stuntin go wild can't handle this plan
Life of the club arrogant like yeah!
Top like money all the girls just melt
Want to many all know me like Twelve
Look like cash and they all just stare
Bottles, Models, standin on chairs
Fall out coz that's the business
All out it's so ridiclous
Zone out so much attention
Scream out I'm in the building (hey! )
They watchin I know this
I'm rockin I'm rolling
I'm holding, I know it
You know it

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 I'm watchin you we go all out
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)

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Hey
Still feelin myself I'm like outta control
Can't stop now more shots lets go
Ten more rounds can I get a Kato
Paparazzi trying to make me pose
Came to party to I came no more
Celebrate coz that's all I know
Tip the groupies takin off their clothes
Grand finale' like superbowl
Go hard run the show
That's right wild out got money to blow
More light more ice when I walk in the door
No hype I do it big all over the globe
Yeah!

I said it
Go tell it
Confetti
Who ready?
I'm ready!
You ready!
Lets get it!

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 we go all out
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
(Put your hands up! )
(Put your hands up! )
(Put your hands up! )
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
(Put your hands up! )
(Put your hands up! )
(Put your hands up! )

You got me watchin now (hey)
Got my attention now (hey)
Got everybody in the club wanting to know now
I am a ladies man
Come and be my lady and...
We can ball, soo, ahhhhhh
Bring ya body here let me switch up the atmosphere
Take you up out of this club and in my new limo
Fly you all around the world
What you want baby girl
Are you ready to go now!

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 we go all out
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
(Put your hands up! )
(Put your hands up! )
(Put your hands up! )
The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
(Put your hands up! )
Lets celebrate now
(Put your hands up! )
You know who shut it down!

Flo Rida - Low ft. T- Pain lyrics

[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
C'mon!

[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
This crazy all night spending my doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinking X&O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain I'm making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro
I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes
I'm in to that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me I gave her mo
Cash ain't a problem I know where it go

[Chorus (T-Pain)]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
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 filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron 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 playing baby girl I'm the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus (T-Pain)]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
Little mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire just like my glock

[Chorus (T-Pain)]