[Intro - T-Pain] 
Mmmmmmmm 
Let me talk to em 
Let me talk to em 
Mmmmmmm 
Let me talk to em 
C’mon! 
Chorus:
[T-Pain] 
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans) 
Boots with the fur (with the fur) 
The whole club was looking at her 
She hit the flo (she hit the flo) 
Next thing u kno 
Shawty got low low low low low low low low 
Them baggy sweat pants 
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps) 
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey) 
She hit the flo (she hit the flo) 
Next thing u kno 
Shawty got low low low low low low low low 
Verse 1
[Flo-Rida] 
I aint never seen something that’ll make me go 
This crazy all night spending mah doe 
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go 
Them birthday cakes they stole the show 
So sexual 
She was flexible professional 
Drinking nexenol 
Hold up do I see what I think I whoa 
Did her thing seen shawty get low? 
Aint the same when it’s up that close 
Make it rain I’m making it snow 
Work the pole I gotta bang bro 
Ima say that I prefer the no clothes 
I’m in to that I love women exposed 
She threw it back at me I gave her mo 
Cash aint a problem I kno where it go 
Chorus.
Verse 2
[Flo-Rida] 
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get u home? 
My jeans filled with guap and they ready for showing 
Cadillac’s layed back for the sexy grown 
Patron on the rocks that’ll make u moan 
1 stack (come on) 2 stacks (come on) 3 stacks (come on) 
Now that’s 3 grand 
What u think I’m playing baby girl I’m the man 
I’m dealing rubberbands 
That’s when I threw her legs on my shoulders 
I knew it was over 
That heny and cola got me like a soldier 
She ready for rover, I couldn’t control her 
So lucky on me I was just like clover 
Shawty was hot like a toaster 
Sorry but I had to fold 
Like a pornography poster 
She showed her 
Chorus.
Verse 3
[Flo-Rida] 
Whoooooa shawty yea she was worth the money 
Lil mama took my cash 
And I aint want it back 
The way she bent that back 
Got all them paper stacks 
Tattoo above her crack 
I had to handle that 
I was zoned in sexy woman 
Let me show it make me want it 
In the morning I’m zoned in 
Them rosee bottles foaming 
She wouldn’t stop 
Made it drop 
Shawty dipped that pop and lock 
Had to break her off that guap 
Gal fire just like my glock 
Chorus.