Flo Rida Ft. Pitbull - Turn Around (Part. 2) Lyrics

Flo Rida Ft. Pitbull - Turn Around (Part. 2) Lyrics


chorus:
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
oh oh

baby girl i want ya look 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 droppin' around and i'm sold
and we gotta couple of rounds of new dough
everybody lookin' around like uh oh
ok whatcha say?
let's play
shake it with a little bit of beyonce
turn around & 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 your birthday
top that, got that
work for this stage
stop that, lock that
work it in place
you the best, shawty don't be scared
let loose get a louis like hers
you the troop 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 'cuz you do it so crazy
i'm countin' down so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 gotta make that booty go

chorus:
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
oh oh

baby girl i want ya look keep on puttin' on a show
mmm-da da
oh oh
mmm-da da
let's go

mr worldwide, flo rida

this right here is called global warming, aha!
work hard for the money so the money work hard for me,
i see the future that you're too... to see,
like you mammy... on top of me, don't believe me what you see.
is he one of the best?
already told you...
drink all night, nothing less,
woke up, hangover, all to the next!
... but my women...
you need him... and you need him,
i need him...
i'm an animal monster, beast!
you... that means you got married,
i just hit! at least!

oh-oh baby want some more baby?
i love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy
i'm countin' down so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 gotta make that booty go

chorus:
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
oh oh

now i don't have the verse to say
when you shake it my way,
you got me this...
i cannot make you stay!
i don't have the verse to say
when you shake it my way,
you got me this...

oh-oh baby want some more baby?
i love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy
i'm countin' down so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 gotta make that booty go

chorus:
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
mmm-da da
oh oh

baby girl i want ya look keep on puttin' on a show
mmm-da da
oh oh
mmm-da da
let's go

Flo Rida - Momma Lyrics and Video

Flo Rida - Momma Lyrics

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)

Flo Rida - Respirator Lyrics and Video

Flo Rida - Respirator Lyrics

I need all my money
I want all my cash
She said I was her cousin
.. nigger was her man
.. see all I want is
.. show all the signs
I was looking for … time
.. never talk about it
After party
No man with a …
You all nigger wanna have some fun
She wanna love me …
See that’s bad for business
Therefore I had to lie
Therefore she got to learn
I ain’t going no where
For your concern girl

Chorus
I need a respirator
I need an ambulance
Girl I’ll die without you
(repeats)

Black girl put you bottie on the floor
Don’t stop now
Girl I’ll die without you
You got a body that will kill
Keep dancing
Girl I’ll die without you
(repeats)
I wanna place an order
You’re number one you can keep the change
Yes shorty I got the ..
She works … you can leave with me
Miss independent
Til I stop breaking …
.. the girl I met
Uuu back and further she can’t go …
Gave me your body
Got me thinking I’m the only one
Now baby girl get the ..
Should I be … my twitter
She got a man
But I wanna be with her


Chorus

Girl drop it low
Pick it up
Don’t stop
No no no
Take your love
And my heart my stuff
No no no
Falling in love
Up in this club
Watching them bring me
Bottles of love
Baby are you taking me home?
Girl if you don’t I’ll ..

Chorus

Flo Rida - Come With Me Lyrics and Video

Flo Rida - Come With Me Lyrics

I met a lot of women on the road
I’m piping this world wide and everyone knows her
But something about her makes wanna slow it
Spin the … one more time I like that she has a mind on her
I gotta get her won’t stop till I got her
She focus she goes to school she works from 10 to 2, hey
Cause charlies , cause charlies , cause charlies fly
I could use someone like you by my side
As long as you’re a rider , a rider,
I can know you down …
Baby are you down
So you should get to know me, little momma
So tell me what it’s gonna be, little momma

Hop in the ride, in the passenger side
I’ll show you just how to roll
Come kick it with me tonight
Don’t be afraid, everything is all right
Na na na na

She wanna come with me, little momma, wanna …
But do we have enough and do you wanna ride tonight?

The perfect situation for us both, cause surely you …
Just tell me what you need and it’s a go
I love the fact that you’re fine so movie girl can we drive to
Put off the pedal like you…
Wanna make you to won, get freaky under the sun
That body, that body, that body’s right
We can get straight to … every night


As long as you’re a rider , a rider,
I can know you down …
Baby are you down
So you should get to know me, little momma
So tell me what it’s gonna be, little momma

Hop in the ride, in the passenger side
I’ll show you just how to roll
Come kick it with me tonight
Don’t be afraid, everything is all right
Na na na na

She wanna come with me, little momma, wanna …
But do we have enough and do you wanna ride tonight?

She wanna comw tih me, little momma, wanna
But do we have enough and do you wanna ride tonight?

Flo Rida - Who Dat Girl Lyrics and Video

Flo Rida - Who Dat Girl Lyrics

Hey, Ms Red Carpet,
She can autograph my pockets,
Anytime, anyplace, anyway,
I’ll be looking at everybody else,
Watch it,
I don’t wanna de obnoxious,
But this girl worth the gossip,
Take away the smile,
The tattoos now,
forever she very guard less,
I imagine her topless,
She might set off my rocket,
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
On and poppin,
She met Mark and then,
Attitude like we arguing,
*****, celebrate , glitter to my life
I should twitter this is girl, she’s sparkling

She ain’t no Rockstar
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

Hey, they wanna know my mamma’s name,
Cus that where she get from,
They ain’t never shot her with silicon,
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 and oldie jam,
Record some ssh,
On a playboy cam,
She ain’t no actress
The movie found my matress
Rockstar, none of that practice
But she’s got fanatics


She ain’t no Rockstar
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
Ooh ohh ohh
Look at her
Goo ooo ooo
I wanna know ooh ooh
Who dat girl
Who dat girl
Who dat girl

Flo Rida - Turn Around Lyrics and Video

Flo Rida - Turn Around Lyrics

Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh

Baby girl I want ya look 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 droppin’ around and I’m sold
And we gotta couple of rounds of new dough
Everybody lookin’ around like uh oh
Oh babe whatcha say?
Let’s play
Shake it with a little bit of Beyonce
Turn around & 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 yo birthday
Top that, got that
Work for this stage
Stop that, lock that
Work it in place
You the best, shawty don’t be scared
Let loose get a looey like hers
You the troop 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 ‘cuz you do it so crazy
I’m countin’ down so turn around
5,4,3,2,1 gotta make that booty go

Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh

Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin’ on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let’s go

It’s your sexy that got me now
Winnin’ a bet that can’t shut you down
Come embrace the way you makin’ it sound
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 yo ready for the flow
Baby you can do it 50 times in a row
Them rows get ready for yo pose
Lights, camera, action
Lose control
Ain’t got the price these shoes are pro
All types of magic lose the clothes
Gotta party like yo girl
Make yo booty go stupid, girl
So hot that I love them grr
Off top shawty mark my words

Oh-oh baby want some more baby?
I love the way you do it ‘cuz you do it so crazy
I’m countin’ down so turn around
5,4,3,2,1 gotta make that booty go

Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh

Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin’ on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let’s go

I don’t have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-studderin’
How can I make you stay?
I don’t have the words to say
When you shake it my way
You got me st-studderin’
Studderin’

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 ‘cuz you do it so crazy
I’m countin’ down so turn around
5,4,3,2,1 gotta make that booty go

Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh

Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin’ on a show
Mmm-Da Da
Oh Oh
Mmm-Da Da
Let’s go…ML

Flo Rida - Why You Up In Here Lyrics N Video

Flo Rida - Why You Up In Here Lyrics

Flo-Rida
Gucci!
Bird!

I done bought all this ciroc
Now lil mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my roley's 6 o'clock
Now you know you better stop
You done heard about my squad
I am G poe 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 score my fun
Looking for a dude to rip you off some ?
I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's
Let me look rich, I wanna have his son
I sip perignon but do I look dumb
Get a job shawty turn my knob
And if it don't open up make sure you slob
My boys [...?] behind 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

I'm just tryna figure (figure)
Why you up in here (x3)
I'm just tryna figure (figure figure)
Why you up in here (x2)
All up in my grill
Why you dancing on me
Steady talking 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 (x2)
All up in my grill

Now I ain't got no time for silly games
Got no time for silly notions
But get smacked silly for playing with my emotions
You figured you lead me on
But b-tch you led me out the door
Now let me lead you with a song
It goe like D yous a hoe
Drunk up all my conjour
Aint even leave me with a glass
So cough up my whole bottle
Or ima take out your ass
Cos you don't wanna see me angry
You don't like me when i'm angry
Live like Jackson 5
But get greezy like Jermaine
Be dangerous like Michael
So Tito pass the tissues
Don't test me cos I keep a clipper number 2 pistols
And you will be erased
Outta sight and outta mind
So get the f-ck on or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind

I'm just tryna figure (figure)
Why you up in here (x3)
I'm just tryna figure (figure figure)
Why you up in here (x2)
All up in my grill
Why you dancing on me
Steady talking 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 (x2)
All up in my grill

I'm not even gonna bother listening to Gucci...

I'm just tryna figure (figure)
Why you up in here (x3)
I'm just tryna figure (figure figure)
Why you up in here (x2)
All up in my grill
Why you dancing on me
Steady talking 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 (x2)
All up in my grill

Club Can't Handle Me Lyrics & Video - Flo Rida

Flo Rida - Club Can't Handle Me Lyrics

You know i know how
The Club Can’t handle me right now
To make em stop and stare as i zone out
The club can’t even handle me right now
Watchin you im 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)

Flo rida 1st Verse:

Hey
I own the light and i dont need no help
Gotta be the feeling that scarface player
Stuntin go wild cant 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 thats the business
All out its so ridiclous
Zone out so much attention
Scream out im in the building (hey!)
They watchin i know this
Im rockin im rolling
Im holding, I know it
You know it

You know i know how
To make em stop and stare as i zone outt
The club can’t even handle me right now
Watchin you im watchin you we go all outt
The club can’t even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)
The club can’t even handle me right now (yeahhhhh)

Flo Rida 2nd Verse:

Hey
Still feelin myself im like outta control
Cant 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 thats all i know
Tip the groupies takin off their clothes
Grand finale’ like superbowl
Go hard run the show
Thats 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?
Im 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!)

Verse 3:

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 outt
The club can’t even handle me right now
Watchin you watchin me we go all outt
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 Ft. Lil Wayne - Fresh I Stay Lyrics N Video (Part 2)

Flo Rida Ft. Lil Wayne - Fresh I Stay Lyrics and Video

[Chorus]
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh all day, yeah yeah
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh always, yeah yeah
(repeated)

[Flo Rida: Verse 1]
Money in my pocket
We be talking I be quiet
They go again smelling I wanna buy it
Shawty think i'm fresh I make em wet like fire hydrant
I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Why do i be stuntin’ to be honest I don’t know I
Hundred after Hundred i don’t know
I love it l-l-l-l love it i got a problem
Its nothin’ nothin nothin nothin im poppin collars
Last week I flossed on em, b-tch I made a movie
How you doin? where you been? Hello to my groupies!
Swagga to the moonman, Gwap in my two hands
You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Tucan’s
All types of colors, We family like brothers
My cash in my clean-cake, I throw it out the other
I stay…

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne: Verse 2]

Man I got b-tches in my home
and b-tches on my phone
I'm like can you call me back because (?)
I don't mean to come off wrong
But man my money long
I say man my money long
Call me stretch Armstrong
Big ass chain on my junk yall dog sh-t
Why actor swagga f-ck all yall sh-t
haha…. I might stop the beat
Hear the money talk and it talking about me
White boy fresh…skinny ass pants
But I ball hard like scouts in a stance
I just sit around my house blowing ounce like a fan
I flip one of these n-ggas like Jackie Chan
I ain't worry bout em
I just ball out, Man im too cold lemme thaw out
I'm so Young Money… I got dumb money
Beaucoup bread but a b-tch can’t get a crumb from me.

[Chorus]

[Flo Rida: Verse 3]
Money in my pocket he aint coming back to life
I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice
I’m married to the cash like somebody throwing rice
And im married to the cash I just had to say it twice
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah
Tell me I ain't stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..
Put on for my city and I do it like I’m supposed to
Ballin’ like when Britney cut her hair I cut the checks fool
I do that d-d-d-do that im about my business
Like who that who-who-who that pushin the Bentley
Everybody staring thats Mister Mclaren
(?) like i was speaking spanish
Shine like a Disco
Dimes think its Crystal
Said she gotta twin then you know I’m callin Brisco
I ain't drink that Dom-P
I ain't drink that Dom-P
Them (?) spill my bottle on my (?) jeans.
[Chorus]