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 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 (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that
big booty a smack (ayy)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low,
low, low, low, low, low

Flo-Rida
I ain't never seen nuttin'
that'll make me go
This crazy all night spending my doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show So sexual
She was flexible, professional
Drinking x and o
Hold up, wait a minute, do I
see what I think? Whoa
Didn't think i see 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
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

Chorus (T-Pain)

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Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and
they're ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs 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'll bend the rubberbands
That's when I told 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, o me I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

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Flo-Rida
Whoa shawty, yeah 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 women,
Let me showin they be want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fly just like my glock

Chorus (T-Pain)