Flo Rida - Low (new radio mix) lyrics

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Let me talk to 'em Let me talk to 'em (let it rain) Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm 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 looking at her She hit the floor (she hit 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 hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low I ain't never seen something that'll make me go This crazy all night, spending my dough Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go Them birthday cakes, they stole the show So s**ual, 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 bank roll I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes I'm into 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 Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was looking at her She hit the floor (she hit 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 hit the floor (she hit the floor) 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 filled with guap and they're ready for showing Cadillacs laid back for the s**y grown Patrón 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 rubber bands 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 p**nography poster She showed her Apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was looking at her She hit the floor (she hit 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 hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low 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 s**y woman Let me show it, make me want it Two in the morning, I'm zoned in Them rosé bottles foaming She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shawty dipped that pop and lock Had to break her off that guap Gal was fine, just like my Glock Apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was looking at her She hit the floor (she hit 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 hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Come on