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Yeah I met this shorty last night right Real Rap And you know she looked like she was with her man And you know I see you with your man She was like nah that's my friend Oh Okay So that was my cue Hey yo Fab [Fabolous] Hey Khaled Shorty wanna give me the go ahead That I'ma stay even when I need to go head And if I feel something I'ma try Figured you winked at me not just something in your eye See shorty you ain't got to tell me what I know That was E40 who said tell me when to go I know I got the green light And yall get the red light So if the head right I'll be there err night Err night like a playoff game You hard working haters take a day off man We the what? That's so true, when I walk in this bitch baby that's your cue [Chorus] I know you see me staring girl I see you looking at me Go find and it's apparent girl You feeling luck in the street Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead What's on your mind, let me know Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead [Rick Ross] Its the boss You know we global DJ Khaled, Flo-Rida, ya know how it is Baby you need international phone call to call me Its Global right here I need bitch who motivated And know multiplication It's serve collect calls Cause I got multiple cases Let it be house, yea the comfortable places Married to the game on a prenuptial basis Khaled, he the best in the game when he break it She the baddest in the club, and I'm willing to take it We got a lot 'o dollars, gotta be willing to make it And if you wanna baby might just be willing to taste it Boss, I'm thugging and she loving it Gotta have protect one, sipping on that bubbly Its hard not to notice me, we known globally Sitting on the top of the world just so comfortably [Chorus] [Flo-Rida] Hey Let me get the OK shorty, what's on your brain I wanna know I see you looking, I been peeping your game I get a rhythm, see me jooking t, teach you a thing Or two, I'm in the dang zip, you wanna come entertain me boo? We can do that, there, just gimme the go Been a player unprepared, everybody grown folks 'Round here, them gold bottles hold them up Then we can say, cheers (Let's take a toast) No wheat or white bread in my Pillsbury dough Just give me the right head with the letters G-O All eyes if you like your momma, lame as a video Imagine you and other kitties(?) strolling all over the city I know you see me staring girl I see you looking at me Go find and it's apparent girl You feeling luck in the street [Fat Joe] Crack! How hot is hot? She on fire baby burn the block I even taught her how to turn to pot You cool it off, and it come back rock (crack!) Yes! I am him Pull strings like a violin Then I cross over like I'm Iverson To Z100 out to Ireland White chicks is standing on line Black chicks is standing on line Don't discriminate, I disintegrate So much cake, maybe we can get away [Chorus]
Written by: WILLIAM ROBERTS, TRAMAR DILLARD, J.J. JACKSON, LLOYD POLITE, ANDREW HARR, KHALED KHALED, JERMAINE JACKSON, JOE CARTAGENA
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