Low (Made Famous by Flo Rida & T-Pain)

Uh huh, check it out
Hmm, let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Hmm, let me talk to 'em, come on

Shorty had them Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go
This crazy on that stand at my door
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low?
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

Shorty had them Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Shorty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groans
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack, come on, two stacks, come on
Three stacks, come on, now that's three grand
What, you think I'm playin', baby girl?
I'm the man, I don't play rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, the Henny and cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover
I couldn't control her, so lucky, oh me
I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry, but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster, she showed her

Shorty had them Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

(Shorty) Yeah, she was worth that (money)
Lil' mama took my (cash) and I ain't want it (back)
The way she built that (rack) got her them paper (stacks)
Tattoo above her (crack), I had to handle (that)
I was on it, sexy woman, let me showin'
Maybe one or two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' and them Rosé bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Girl, I was fly, just lock my block

Shorty had them Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo', she hit the flo'
Next thing you know, shorty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low