[The-Dream:] Girl I'm in love with you baby. And I want you to know. That I'm hooked on your body, And I'm trying to be yours.
[DJ Khaled:] Radio killa
[Ludacris:] Now she the definition of fine But I told her that her body looks better with mine. [x2]
[Fabolous:] I like the way she rock, her hips Them rockin' hips Told her we can take off like rocket ships Straight jacket jeans, you look crazy in em' The way you rockin' that, I thought they were jay z denim Let me drop a jewel on ya, put a roc in air Can I call you nana cause you got that rockin' chair It go back & forth- then forth & back When I'm on patron or off the yak Cnt get off the fact I'm off my mac Goldie prolly wouldn't, but I would trick off of that And I'm sick with the money, I can cough a stack I can sneeze some g's so baby let's roll
[The-Dream:] She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club I swear you gonna make a nigga fall in love She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club There's nothing I can say [x2] She rockin' that shit like
[Juelz Santana:] Whoa, whoa Look how shorty roll, roll She rockin' that shit I'm like look at shorty go, go She rockin' to the beat, she rockin' it for me And all I can think about is rockin' it to sleep Her face is like a model Body shape just like a bottle Girl I wanna hit that more than I wanna hit the lotto She revvin' me up, I got my hand on my throttle I wanna get on top of her, zoom on the yamaha So you can call it switchin' gears Zoom inside of her And if it taste how it look I'm a try to swallow her Call me Mr. Shoe- shine, baby I'm a polish ya And I leave ya spit clean, I dnt use no polisher Demolition man, tell your friends I demolish ya Plus I'm that nigga, baby I could make you popular So get another shot of ciroc in ya Cause I'm gon' be rockin' ya Treat you like my first ladt I'll put my barack in ya
[The-Dream:] She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club I swear you gonna make a nigga fall in love She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club There's nothing I can say [x2] She rockin' that shit like
[Rick Ross:] Fresh as a black president one Air force ones in my air force one (obama) Is it all a dream? (no) sorry my reality See me rockin' that shit is complementing my salary Complementary balance, told em' what we tally Spinning like it's ballet & I touched the budget ballot (boss) See the girl, & holla (eyy) Told me that she from the (a) So you know I had to (eyy) classify my case
[The-Dream:] She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club I swear you gonna make a nigga fall in love She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club There's nothing I can say [x2] She rockin' that shit like
[Ludacris:] Now let me take you to a place far beyond In a whole nother galaxy Travel in your mind, explore your sexuality Melt your imagination, & mold it into reality Your hearts me art gallery girl Can you feel the pictures that I painted Cause all of them are related like a mother & a son But none of them overrated There no others, you the one Our destiny is to make it Gotta thank you just for sharing your world It's so real, an inspiration for no reason But thinking that I'm incapable of taking on the duty of making you interchangable The thought is sensational, it's perfect bliss I'm ready to take the milky way to your hershey's kiss You know my tongue's got batteries in it The bedroo