Текст песни:

Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh
Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh
Oooohooooh,

It’s the time
It’s the right time
It’s the time (It’s the time)
Yo it’s the perfect time (It’s the perfect time)

Yo It’s the time (It’s the time)
It’s the right time (This is my time)
It’s the time (It’s the time)
Baby, baby, baby

I’m a single man
Now let’s 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’

Cus I ain’t got no girlfriend
Got no obligation
Baby I’m a single man
That’s my situation
Let me put your number in my iPhone baby
And when I call you later maybe I can see ya later

I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m so available
I’m so available
So come and get me

Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh

If you a single girl
Up in the club lookin’ for love
Come on and bring it girl
This is a song I’ll turn it up
Come on and sing it girl
And if your man blow up your phone
turn off your ringer girl
Turn off your ringer

Cus I aint got no girlfriend
You ain’t got one either
If you got a girlfriend baby won’t you bring her
If you got a X leave your X at home
And If he hits the message throw away your cell phone

I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m so available
I’m so available
So come and get me

Oooohooooh (oooooh), Oooohooooh (oooooh), Oooohooooh,

I’m finally free (ooooohoo)
I’m finally free (ooooohoo)
I’m finally free (ooooohoo)
I’m finally free (ooooohoo)

It’s the time
Ya it’s the right time
The perfect time
Hey

Cus I ain’t got no boyfriend
You ain’t got no girlfriend,
I ain’t got no boyfriend,
Baby we can be friends
And we can do it
Baby we can do it
Baby we can do it
Do it, do it, do it

I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

(Ne-Yo)
Ohhhhhhh
ohhhhhhh
ohhhhhh
yeah yeah yeah

I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

(Flo Rida)
Hey, sh sh shawty with no limits,
that’s what I need all the time,
I’m wit with with it, she with it,
She not sure she put it down
Come get get get it, the business,
I hi hit it, whose is it
The Benz with the windows tinted, oh I get dirty south
Showning, like them grown men, goose patrongen
Let let me go in, sexy moanin, ca catch me jonesin
Let no not ever with this little mama off schedule
Got me achy, call me papi, hottest I be fly as feathers
But but bout that, sh shawty housed that,
You you got that prowl cat
I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that
But what I look for, this gal is hood core,
But that is outdoors
Deserve an encore, the definition of a shone

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

(Flo Rida)
Hey, I’m feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt
My sister swagger should tell it more than anything can vouch
Little mama you are what’s inside ghetto,
fine I’ll make you proud
So stuntalicious, I love it,
Lets at least work something out
Miss thing, million dollar game, coke bottle frame
Make my wall of fame let me know your name
I control the rain I could make it better, matter of fact
I make it weather, stormy weather with this cheddar
All because you hot as ever, if you may lady,
Let me play baby, make my way baby,
You won’t like it, send it back and its okay baby
You’s a keeper, touch of diva, give me a fever
If I could freak ya, give me the word and I’ll be along

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl)
Girl let me show you I’m a gentleman (uh huh)
I wanna be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl)
I wanna show you I’m a gentleman (uh huh)
Girl let me be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah) (whoaaaaaa)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

I just gotta say, I just gotta say..

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

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 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)

[Verse 1: ~Flo Rida~]
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 cause 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 outt
The club can′t even handle me right now
Watchin you I′m 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)

[Verse 2: ~Flo Rida~]
Hey
Still feelin myself I′m like outta control
Can′t stop now more shots let′s go
Ten more rounds can I get a Kato
Paparazzi trying to make me pose
Came to party to I came no more
Celebrate cause 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!
Let′s 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!)
Let′s celebrate now
(Put your hands up!)
You know who shut it down!

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

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 o ehh oh.

Hey
My first flo stopped a gold diggin′ woman
Money cash flow all big faced hundreds
Stuntin′ on the pole got them b-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 it from her mommy
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 but her name on the cake
If I ever play for booty grade A

Got you stuck on my (yeah)
On my elevator (uh huh)
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

My 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 cuz.
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ehh o ehh oh

She got her nails bid, she got her hair bid
She got 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 to work that top model body
South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati
I′ll bet you that brand new Ferrari

Got you stuck on my (yeah)
On my elevator (uh huh)
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, cuz...
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ehh o ehh oh

My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood action
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
Tattoo type, bump the low ringtone
Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her.
Roll up machilles don′t smoke arizona
One night stand one night with the clan
One night, one time broke her off 10 grand.
Project all the way gutta all day
Computer on first thang, while we in this thing
Shorty don′t fake she′ll put it in your face
Three stories while them hood rats beg

Got you stuck on my (yeah)
On my elevator (uhuh)
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) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is) She′s stuck on my ehh o ehh oh

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Hard to follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
People keep tellin me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I′m grindin, tryin to make it by
Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here [x3]
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain,
new wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
That day is finally here [x2]
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this

[Verse 1]
No, no I won′t settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe
I-I-I know it′s a struggle, but who the hell g′on do it for me
Who the hell g′on do it free
If I don′t get up and bust my ass, that′s my motto
I can′t put my faith in the lotto, luck don′t stay nowhere near where I go
Unless you ride that muthafucka
And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
But I got grazed, the bullet went through
But I ain′t get paid,
Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B
Hey boss, I′m comin in late

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Lil cousin got it right? and bike without no frame, ride the same rides without no brain?
Life ain′t life, without no shame, if I make it out the hood, damn right I′m gon change
My cell phone number
But the area code still gon be 305 tho
My friends who was my friends just like my kin
Walked em in model?
But please wipe your feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on, it′s all love
Boy let me stop, I′m dreamin too much, now who the hell
′Gon give up a million bucks
Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards
I′m scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, its hard huh?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
F-F-F-Findin me
That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see
Boy them folk wouldn′t lie to me
I thought money ain′t grow on trees
Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
They quit, you can′t see no leaves
Hold up, I need my versace′s
Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn′t gon be shit
Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix
My book say "Why yall gave that nigga some cash?"
I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? here it goes

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Yes I can, doubt that I leave, I′m running with this plan
Pull me, grab me, crabs in the bucket can′t have me
I′ll be the president one day
January first, oh, you like that gossip
Like you the one drinking what God sip dot com
Now I gotta work with your tongue
How many rolling stones you want
Yeah I got a brand new spirit,
Speak it and it′s done
Woke up on the side of the bed like I won
Talk like a winner, my chest to that sun
G5 dealer, US to Taiwan
I hope you say that, I wanna play back
Mama knew I was a needle in a hay stack
A Bugatti boy, plus Maybach
I got a feeling it′s a wrap, ASAP

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

The mountain top, walk on water
I got power, feel so royal
One second, I′m a strike oil
Diamond, platinum, no more for you
Gotta drill a land, never giving in
Giving up′s not an option, gotta get it in
Witness I got the heart of 20 men
No fear, go to sleep in the lion′s den
That flow, that spark, that crown
You looking at the king of the jungle now
Stronger than ever can′t hold me down
A hundred miles feelin′ from the picture smile
Straight game face, it′s game day
See me running through the crowd full of melee
No trick plays, I′m Bill Gates,
Take a genius to understand me

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

Good feelin′, good feelin′
I know you got the good feelin′
Let′s get it, let′s get it
Gotta love the life that we livin′
Let′s get it, let′s get it
I know you got the good feelin′
Let′s get it, let′s get it
Gotta love the life that we livin′

Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah
Oh oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah
I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no
I get a good feeling, yeah

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

[CHORUS:]
Damnit I′m proud to buy my own bag of weed
Found me a hood that′ll help plant my seed
I got bail money they fuck with me
(Cause in my hood err nigga gotta eat) [x5]

[VERSE 1:]
I know where I come from
Niggas gotta grow
Penny bitchin for paper till you poppin big bucks
Give it a blow they cock it ain′t no telling with them thugs
Dealers straight out da projects only felon that′ll bust
Some shit you don′t discuss
Snitches they get them stubs
Damnit I′m proud to buy my own bag to fill my dutch
Planted my own seed now a month without bud
Granted I got the fee and we don′t pump the same blood
You need that new Mercades
Home of that color gravy
How the hell you gonna pay me
I made a deal to 380
Tell me I′m acting shady
I try to ignore the lazy
Set my brains on the deli
If mine arrest me I′m ready

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2:]
Chow I had that dinner platter meals on deck
Cash coming that currency to earn that respect
Money machines measuring making sure you collect
Rolling that dice game you better be stomping best
Keep it moving like chess
Look for ya new address
Proof of ghetto for sex
That make the culprits go wreck
Hope the fay of the fruits of ya label mama impress
Don′t know whoever knew you could point at you through the stress
That drama on the block
All them run-ins with cops
Couldn′t afford shoes was happy 2 pair of socks
Steady paying ya dues that landed you in the box
Other niggas confused you asked them to borrow crop.

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3:]
Crying erryday big breaks on they grain
Preparly marinate a million strong keep the change
Challange that generate we gotta tone it with a crain
Hustlas for that bank be aware that we untaimed
Duckets we deranged
Muscle the day I change
Melica off in that hood come get you that′s point blank
Hit you it′s all good
Hit dis before a game
Women tell us hes never survivin that chedar lane
You see we want it all
Yea we breakin the law
Buy it Sell it Cook it that′s a merry thang if it′s raw
Anyway you put it tell the folks we breakin the law
Sing it so I took it and if you tell a nigga that′s all

[CHORUS]

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

[Flo Rida]
I know you wanna get behind the wheel Only 1 Rida
Eyes shut still got me swimming like a diver
Can′t let go I got fans in Okinawa
My heart to japan quake losers and surviours
Norway no you didn′t get my flowers
No way to sound better but the killer was a Coward
Face just showers, the minute in a hour
Heard about the news all day went sour
Lil mama got me feeling like a limit here
Put you in the box just the presidents cigarettes
Give em my regards or regardless I get arrested
Ain′t worried about the killers just the young & restless
Get mad coz the quarter million on my necklace
DUI never said I was driving reckless
You & I or jealously was not oppressive
Oh no I can′t stop I was Destined

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

[Flo Rida]
Champagne buckets still got two tears in it
And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix
Get depressed coz the outfit all in it
Coz the press tell it all get a meal ticket
Clean next get a call just a lil visit
Sacrifice just to make a hit still vivid
Rihanna kiss you on ya neck just kill critics
Buggatti never when I′m rich, just god fearing
Look at me steering, got the bossing staring
Mr mike caren, tell his Billie Jeans
Im on another planet
Thank E-Class, Big Chuck or Lee Prince Perries
Buy my momma chandeliers on my tears dammit
Thirty years you had thought these emotions vanish
Tryna live tryna figure how my sister vanish
No cheers I know you wouldn′t panic

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

I know, I know, I know, I i i, I think of letting go

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Hey this my jam
Y′all don′t understand
I′ll make you understand
What′s pumpin′ in my CD player, player
Party all night like yayer, yayer
Shawty got her hands in the ayer, ayer
Make me want to take it dare

Then I go, here I go, here this my song
DJ bring it back, I′m in my zone
I keep payed for that cop and them bones
When they guap until the early mornin′

I need that coke when I′m up in the club
Even my Chevy that pull up on dubs
Give me that drop ya know bass like the drug
Ya momma hot if she might show me love
Oh hot damn
Celebrate to the A.M.
My love is so much it′s got me saying

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Hey I just might start, the way
Like I′m in a ball game, do my thing
Hands up high, got money in the bank
I′m so fly, 7/40 7 flang
Rock it, don′t stop it

How I got my name
Baby keep poppin′, you might get the thing
Walk the red carpet, won′t see you the same
I give the startin′ now give it more mayne

Fly with me, fly with me
The rider representing gotta fly with me
Make me, throw it up, box
In the, in the club
Go ahead and pull it up
Gotta wonder how it does get buck

You′re showin′ off that stare, stare
I′m hood so it′s really unfair, fair
Look good, shorty gonna get bare, bare
We trip Mama City like the mayor, mayor

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer
Throw my hands in the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer
Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Aye, now stop
Whoa, put your hands in the air
It′s a stick-up, stick-up, stick-up
A stick-up, touch the ceiling baby

(Throw my hands in the)
Put your hands up
(Throw my your hands in the)
Put your hands up
(Throw my hands in the)
Put your, put your hands in the
(Throw my hands in the ayer, ayer)

Put your hands up, to the sky, to the sky
Wave them, wave them round and round and side to side, side to side
It′s a party, shawty go on and touch the roof, touch the roof
And we got them bottles poppin′ at my booth

So throw your hands in the ayer
Touch the ceiling baby
Feel it, feel it baby
Throw your hands up

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer
Throw them hands up

@ Flo Rida