Took the whip offshore (yeah) I took a chick offshore You should get out more (hey, hey) And you should get out more, you should get out more When we hit that floor, all the money downpour Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star Going

The bed, the floor, the kitchen Don't really matter as long as I get I'm tucked, all bottled inside You're a bad baby, you're making me sweat Like your birthday suit (suit) Had me so addicted from the start You give me vertigo, vertigo Vertigo, vertigo

I got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

Baby, do you feel that bass line pumpin' Tell me, can you hear that kick drum thumpin' on the 2 and 4 Let's get on that floor Love to hear the slide of the guitar ringin' Melody's saying everything I'm thinking And I'm starting to To think you think it

Now don't you even act like you don't wanna get up You better get out on the dancefloor show me what you got 'Cause I don't even want too much just for y'all to understand A party ain't a party if I'm not in the party So I need to see some hands All I

I gotta get better, gotta get better Gotta get better, gotta get better Meet me in the hallway Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out And

Of everything that's possible In the hearts and minds of man Keep on locking your doors Keep on building your floors Keep on just as before Here at the end, end Pay disasters no mind Didn't get you this time

Then get down Reach for the sky Then go ahead and kiss the ground This is a robbery now get down on the floor We’re here for all the shit that you don’t need no more (yeah) Get ‘em get ‘em up We want your cash open the safe get off the phone

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah) Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah) Come to meet me without no drawers? We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Shut the fuck up when you talk

Walk with me, walk with me! This song is not for the livin' This song is for the dead! With my face against the floor I can see you knock me out, how do I? I don't want to get back up But I have to, solid mines we'll be today Nothin' appears to me,