Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma put it on
Oooh, she's just my type (Flocka)
Hair long and her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind, baby momma type
Friend muggin, she the hater type
Waka Flocka, I'm the player type (Flex)
Jewelry bright, winter white
Champagne chilled on ice
Hold up!
Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor
Hands on your hips, get real low
Throwing money, my M.O
So slot me your info
Let me know, what you doing tonight girl
I ain't got time for no games
I'm only here for tonight girl
Lemme see you get low, low, low
To the floor floor floor
Grab your hips girl
Fuck your man
Gimme some more more more
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma put it on
Ride for him
Cause he say I ride real good
Pop star, but I f-ck him like i'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a red b-tch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway boobs up and my a-s out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big nicki in the game n-gga brick squad
I ain't f-ck-ng with no lines n-gga, ahhh
Dis dat part when I slow it down like this, ahh
Somebody better get da b-tch another round, ahh
Fly as f-ck I need a co-pilot
When I come out it's a m-therf-cking hoe riot
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
They your size, little waist don't match your thighs
Say you're on my level but my level too high
Looking in your eyes, don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that, before
Searching in the club and I just found one
Pick up lines, I just dropped mine
Single for the night, tryna double my fun
So whats up, to the bad bitch
In the corner, with her ass big
And her hair long, I'mma grab it
She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard
Like, I ain't tryna be horse & carriage
Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit
I just wanna smash it, smash it
Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is
But first lemme see you...
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma put it on
Oooh, she's just my type (Flocka)
Hair long and her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind, baby momma type
Friend muggin, she the hater type
Waka Flocka, I'm the player type (Flex)
Jewelry bright, winter white
Champagne chilled on ice
Hold up!
Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor
Hands on your hips, get real low
Throwing money, my M.O
So slot me your info
Let me know, what you doing tonight girl
I ain't got time for no games
I'm only here for tonight girl
Lemme see you get low, low, low
To the floor floor floor
Grab your hips girl
Fuck your man
Gimme some more more more
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma put it on
Ride for him
Cause he say I ride real good
Pop star, but I f-ck him like i'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a red b-tch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway boobs up and my a-s out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big nicki in the game n-gga brick squad
I ain't f-ck-ng with no lines n-gga, ahhh
Dis dat part when I slow it down like this, ahh
Somebody better get da b-tch another round, ahh
Fly as f-ck I need a co-pilot
When I come out it's a m-therf-cking hoe riot
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
They your size, little waist don't match your thighs
Say you're on my level but my level too high
Looking in your eyes, don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that, before
Searching in the club and I just found one
Pick up lines, I just dropped mine
Single for the night, tryna double my fun
So whats up, to the bad bitch
In the corner, with her ass big
And her hair long, I'mma grab it
She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard
Like, I ain't tryna be horse & carriage
Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit
I just wanna smash it, smash it
Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is
But first lemme see you...
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
Rank−
Duration00:04:16
Charts
Copyright ©Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music
WriterTramar Dillard, Michael Stevenson, Onika Maraj, Juaquin Malphurs, Breyan Stanley Isaac, H. Miller, Author Unknown Composer, Micheal Stevenson, Onika Tanya Maraj, Breyan Isaac, Harvey L. Miller
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedJune 15th, 2012
Last updatedMarch 5th, 2022
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