*featuring Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Fat Joe
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[Intro]
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New York, Put it on the flo?
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New York, Put it on the flo? (What!) (C'mon)
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Cali, Put it on the flo?
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Cali, Put it on the flo?
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Miami, Put it on the flo?
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Miami, Put it on the flo?
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Atlanta, Put it on the flo?
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Atlanta, Put it on the flo?
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin?it down, we got ‘em stickin?around.
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The way they love to feel like I'm the king of the town.
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The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin?around.
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And got ‘em makin?a sound.
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Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
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Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don't touch my money.
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Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
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Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I'll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
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Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
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I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain't getting nothing over here.
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
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Move it to the left (Shorty)
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If you ain't got your own paper, I don't suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
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Keep it right (Shorty)
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You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
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You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
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[Verse 2: Chingy]
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Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
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I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
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Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
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But trick when it's like that, it's cause I been a G.
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Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
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I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
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Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
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I'm the young Donald Trump, is y'all hearing me?
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Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin?me.
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Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
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Man, I'm sick. Know it ain't no curin?me.
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C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
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Move it to the left (Shorty)
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If you ain't got your own paper, I don't suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
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Keep it right (Shorty)
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You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
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You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
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[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
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Put that ass up on the flo? make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
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I ain't tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he's Joe Crack the boss.
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Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
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I got a wife, but baby please don't back it off.
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She understood that, said, “What's good, Crack??
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
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Mami, I ain't gotta pot to piss in
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But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
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So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
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Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
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She don't know Joe Crack, the Daun
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Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
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All I keep is a 100 G's, limit credit card.
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Could you believe, we could spend it all.
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New York, Put it on the flo?
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New York, Put it on the flo.?
Jersey, Put it on the flo?
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Jersey, Put it on the flo?
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V.A. Put it on the flo?
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V.A. Put it on the flo?
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Chi-town, Put it on the flo?
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Chi-town, Put it on the flo?
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[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
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Shorty, you gon?work for this little bit of change.
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Side order of pimpin? little bit of game.
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What ya know, gon?hurt, just a little bit of pain.
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When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
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Whole lot drinkin? whole lot of cash.
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Dirty ol?Nick with a whole lot of **
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Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
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Porshe's we ain't even parkin.
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Valet, alligator air forces.
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Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
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Love don't cost a thing, my dough, your world.
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So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
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Move it to the left (Shorty)
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If you ain't got your own paper, I don't suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
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