Lyrics




Yo, yo, look
Heard you got a thing for them girls with that money
Do it on my own so they can't take nothing from me
And all around the globe gotta keep the people jumpin'
We keep the people bumpin', it's a given so it's nothin'
They love it when you shake like the Caribbean girls
And you so lovely when she movin' her curves
And if you can't handle it get kicked to the curb
Gotta, gotta, gotta get that money and swerve
Can you keep up, keep up? Now what you say?
Speak up, speak up, rah, rah
You gotta go insane like a tickin' time bomb
To the ones you can't tame (Rah, rah)
Can you keep up, keep up? Now what you say?
Speak up, speak up, rah, rah
You gotta go insane like a tickin' time bomb
And not be the one to blame
You know we comin'
You know I bring that treble
Get out the way
Get active like a rebel
Now what you say?
Now what you say, say?
Now what you say?
Now what you say, say, say?
You know we comin'
You know we bring that treble
Get out the way
Get active like a rebel
Now what you say?
Now what you say, say?
Now what you say?
Now what you say, say, say?
Whoa now, whoa now, whoa now
We get down, we get down, get down
Even across the border we get buck
From the UK to the States don't give a fuck
Whoa now, whoa now, whoa now
We get down, we get down, get down
Even across the border we get buck
From the UK to the States don't give a fuck
Beat the floor up, beat the floor up
Beat the floor up, beat the floor up
Beat the floor up, say get the fuck up
And beat the floor up, beat the floor up
Beat the floor up, beat the floor up
Say get the fuck up
And beat the floor up, get the fuck up
And beat the floor up
It's like a free town
Beat it up, beat it up like a beat down
Speed it up, speed it up, I ain't gon' slow it down
Go so hard and now you know it now
Excuses for some aggression, so don't pop no questions
'Cause when the music be on, we be dancin' and stressin'
I'm like, "Look at shorty go, movin' on that flow"
Still gettin' them dollars, you ain't even on that pole
I be chillin' with my mate, dancin' on that table
Tryna live that life 'cause motherfucker we able
So I'm chillin' all around the world
Tryna have a dance off with the boys and girls
And if you can't handle it get kicked to the curb
Gotta, gotta, gotta get that money and swerve
Can you keep up, keep up? Now what you say?
Speak up, speak up, rah, rah
You gotta go insane like a tickin' time bomb
And not be the one to blame
Beep, beep
Beep, beep



Writer(s): Matthew Quinney, Carlos Jenkins, Miles Sean, Riri Arai Copyright: Junkfood And Lyrics Publishing, Music And Money 11 Publishing, Beatstars Publishing Worldwide, Domino Publishing Co. Ltd.



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