I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long (Chorus: Flo Rida) I got my money right, I
i pulled up to the club on dubs they say look at them go look at them go and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row times in a row
Ass shakin' at a quarter to two And I'm feelin' you're ready to freak me, freak me Bodies caught in applause You could hear us in the bathroom cuttin'
Gon? gamble with it, show me I?m da man Shake it on da floor, like dice pon ya hand Lemme see dat ass roll, roll roll, roll, roll Dey it go! It's Kingston
My lawnmower home but my hoe still missin' My hoe still missin', my hoe still missin' My rake in the shed but my hoe still missin' My hoe still missin
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
You and me (Just you and me) Just me and you You and me (Just you and me) Emotions Emotions I feel (These are the emotions I feel) Emotions are real (
She had Hennessey hips and Belve' eyes Grey Goose on her lips and cognac thighs I'm hungover from Ms. Hangover (Hungover, hangover) She had a bubble
Ain't no need to ask Why I let them rubberbands fly Let them rubberbands fly Ack like you know Ack, ack like you know Ack like you know Ack, ack like
It's incredible the way you made me look forward to another miserable day. And from the days to weeks to months, you'd be surprised how it adds up to
A month of Sundays, law enforced The church's new torture is now enforced A month of church every day Is what they want without delay Backed by
I wanna be a field day for the Sundays so they can fuck up my life Embarrass my wife and leave a bad taste Striped toothpaste can't remove on Monday morning
Badman's woman with that look in her eye You stop to wonder as she passes by Something inside you is never the same Something outside you is always to
worst there is You enjoy coffee and Debussy I can't believe the calmness in your bones after everything And when she dreams she sees herself in her Sunday
I used to work for harvester I used to use my hands I used to make the tractors and the Combines that plowed and harvested this great land Now I see
on my knees I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way But you looked like me on sunday You came in with the breeze On sunday
celebrate Sundays anymore (We don't celebrate Sundays) My good church is not open on Sundays (We don't celebrate Sundays) We don't celebrate Sundays anymore We don't celebrate Sundays
I love sunday mondays any day When the skies are blue and it's not grey I'll take sunday mondays any every day Let's go walking through the park today I love sunday