Low - Flo Rida, Travis Barker, T-Pain

[Intro: T-Pain,

Flo Rida

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em

Let it rain

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Let me talk to 'em

Come on

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Hey, I ain’t never seen nothin' that’ll make me go

This crazy all night spendin' my dough

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 see shawty 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 mo'

Cash ain’t no problem, I know where it goes

She had them

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?

My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan

Patron on the rocks that’ll make you moan

One stack c’mon, two stacks c’mon

Three stacks c’mon, now that’s three grand

What, you think I’m playin', baby girl?

I’m the man, I invented rubber bands

That’s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was over, that 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

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster, she showed her

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Whoa, shawty

Yeah she was worth the money

Lil' mama took my cash

And I ain’t want it back

The way she bent that back

Got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack

I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman

Let me showin' and made me want it

Two in the mornin', I’m zonin'

And them Rosay bottles foamin'

She wouldn’t stop, made it drop

Shawty did that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fly just like my Glock

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know

Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low (Come on)