Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker Bounce to this motherfucker Freak to this motherfucker, let's get it on Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna

While my guitar gently weeps Still my guitar gently weeps. I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me

I just wanna look good for you, good for you Let me show you how proud I am to be yours Leave this dress a mess on the floor And still look good for you, good for you Make you never wanna leave Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight Do my hair up

I just wanna look good for you, good for you Let me show you how proud I am to be yours Leave this dress a mess on the floor And still look good for you, good for you Make you never wanna leave Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight Do my hair up

Da da da da da da da I can be your p-p-p-p-payback Mmm, baby I could be your payback Hey, gonna help you get your sway back Take ya to the dance floor, I'ma lean ya way back Yeah, I'ma lean ya way back Gonna have a real good time Don't worry 'bout your

She wears a frown and dressing gown When she lays down And she lays down on her bedroom floor The chemicals that make her laugh Don't seem to be working anymore She tries her best, but it hurts her chest And even though her sun is gone She lights like a

It's not about love and romance It was blood on the dance floor (blood on the dance floor) And I just can't take it Susie got your number Look who took you under Blood is on the dance floor She got your number How does it feel

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

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her