Right Round

Walk out of the house with my swagger Hop in, there we go, I got places to go People to see, time is precious I look at my Cartier, out of control Just like my mind where I'm going No women, no shorties, no nothing but clothes No stopping now, my Pirellis on roll I like my jewelry that's always on gold I know the storm is coming My pockets keep telling me it's gonna shower Call up my homies, it's on And popping tonight 'cause it's meant to be ours We keep a fadeaway shot 'cause we balling It's platinum Patron, that be ours Well, mama, I, you just like the flowers Girl, you the truth with all that goodie power 'Cause you spin my head right 'round, right 'round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right 'round, right 'round When you go down, when you go down, down Top of the pole, I watch her go down She got me throwing my money around Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found It's going down, down Top of the pole, I watch her go down She got me throwing my money around Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found It's going down, down Hey, shorty must know I'm the man My money love her like a number one fan (Fan) Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my bands My Benjamin Frankalands (Land) A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes making her dance Get dirty all night, that's part of my plan We building castles that's made out of sand She's amazing, her fire blazing, hotter than Cajun Girl, won't you move a little closer? Time to get paid, it's maximum wage That body belongs on a poster I'm in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like, "Damn it, I know you" Doing the show like a gun out a holster Tell me whatever, then I'll be your chauffeur 'Cause you spin my head right 'round, right 'round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right 'round, right 'round When you go down, when you go down, down