Lyrics Overview - 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.
[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
[Chorus: T-Pain]
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
[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
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
[Chorus: T-Pain]
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
[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
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'll bend the 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
[Chorus: T-Pain]
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
[Verse 3: Flo Rida]
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
[Chorus: T-Pain]
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)
Credits | Name |
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Writers: | DJ Montay, T-Pain & Flo Rida |
Artists: | Flo Rida |
Producers: | T-Pain & DJ Montay |
Released: | October 9, 2007 |