In the Ayer - Flo Rida, Jason Nevins, will.i.am

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, 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

Hey this my jam

Y’all don’t understand

I’ll make you understand

What’s pumpin' in my CD player, player

Party all night like yayer, yayer

Shawty got her hands in the ayer, ayer

Make me want to take it dare

Then I go, here I go, here this my song

DJ bring it back, I’m in my zone

I keep payed for that cop and them bones

When they guap until the early mornin'

I need that coke when I’m up in the club

Even my Chevy that pull up on dubs

Give me that drop ya know bass like the drug

Ya momma hot if she might show me love

Oh hot damn

Celebrate to the a.m.

My love is so much it’s got me saying

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, 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

Hey I just might start, the way

Like I’m in a ball game, do my thing

Hands up high, got money in the bank

I’m so fly, 7/40 7 flang

Rock it, don’t stop it

How I got my name

Baby keep poppin', you might get the thing

Walk the red carpet, won’t see you the same

I give the startin' now give it more mayne

Fly with me, fly with me

The rider representing gotta fly with me

Make me, throw it up, box

In the, in the club

Go ahead and pull it up

Gotta wonder how it does get buck

You’re showin' off that stare, stare

I’m hood so it’s really unfair, fair

Look good, shorty gonna get bare, bare

We trip Mama City like the mayor, mayor

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

Throw my hands in the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Aye, now stop

Whoa, put your hands in the air

It’s a stick-up, stick-up, stick-up

A stick-up, touch the ceiling baby

Throw my hands in the

Put your hands up

Throw my your hands in the

Put your hands up

Throw my hands in the

Put your, put your hands in the

Throw my hands in the ayer, ayer

Put your hands up, to the sky, to the sky

Wave them, wave them round and round

And side to side, side to side

It’s a party, shawty go on and

Touch the roof, touch the roof

And we got them bottles popping at my booth

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So throw your hands in the ayer

Touch the ceiling baby

Feel it, feel it baby

Throw your hands up

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

Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Throw them hands up