In the Air - lin-Z, B.o.B, London Jae

I’mma make you hit the dance floor with this one

Don’t got a man but you better get one

Girl, pick it up and make it go low

Put it on him good, gotta make him wine fo' it

Hands in the air if you’re getting to the money

Middle of the party and I’m bizzin' like honey

Dude at the bar so smooth like butter

Ass like woah, yeah, word to your mother

With a song like this, don’t it make you wanna dance?

Get out your seat and grab a hand, don’t be afraid to take a chance

When it feel like this, don’t it put you in the mood?

Right foot, left foot, just feel the groove

Put your hands in the air, get in the mood

In the air (move yo body, move yo body)

In the air (move yo body, move yo body)

In the air (move yo body)

(Till you’re grabbin' on the clouds)

In the air

In the air (hands up, hands up)

In the air (hands up, hands up)

Till you’re grabbin' on the clouds

In the air

Aye, cameras pop, look at who just throw the show

Got they' hands up in the air, wave my chad [?'

Rappers lookin' like my sons, got more kids than Shawty Lo

If they want a grind game, I do more than tie the scope

I’ve been smokin' so long, I bring swishas by the boat

Your bitch choosin' so hard, eenie meenie miney moe

Would’ve thought I was in court, the way she noticed me

Money grown, guess that’s why I bought the older me

High for so long, I don’t recognize the sober me

Pourin' out weed, my definition of poetry

No Genre the label, recognized globally, ha

You’re only poppin' if it’s locally

My hittas tussed up the night

With the snub, in case you get it fucked up tonight

But I can’t lie, man, I love this life

I hold my team down, but we goin' up tonight, the label

In the air (put yo hands in the air)

In the air (put yo hands in the air)

In the air

Till you’re grabbin' on the clouds

In the air (put yo hands in the air)

In the air (put yo hands in the air)

In the air

Till you’re grabbin' on the clouds

In the air

All the sexy ladies in the house tonight

All try to get it right tonight

Hands in the air all night tonight

Damn, I’m lookin' out of sight tonight, I’m alright tonight

By the boss with the squad, we flexin'

Two steppin', we reppin', VIP section

Young and restless, swag on fleek, givin' lessons

Class in session

And I’m the professor, so are there any questions?

She said come and get this work, I gave her extra credit

Only the best get accepted, therefore they extra jealous

Used to sneak on campus, battling freshmen

Summa cum laude, dorm room shawty

Hit a cheerleader with a porn move shawty

And I don’t know what loser sound like

But I know what good music sound like when it sound like this, bitch

(Ok, well)

Till you grabbin on the clouds in the air

Well, till you grabbin' on the clouds in the air

Y’all gon' turn the lights on and be naked