or
Rick Ross

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 Roberts, William Leonard / Dillard, Tramar / Khaled, Khaled Mohammed / Jackson, John David / Cartagena, Joseph Anthony / Polite, Lloyd / Jackson, Jermaine / Harr, Andrew
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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