(duet with Sean Kingston)
[Intro - Sean Kingston (Flo Rida)]
Gon gamble wit it, show me I?m da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hand
Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
It's Kingston & Flo Rida (Flo Rida)
Kingston & Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)
Kingston & Flo Rida (J.R. on da track, Poe Boy)
Kingston & Flo Rida (let?s get it!)
[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gon gamble wit it, show me I?m da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
[Flo Rida]
I could beat her man, that's if shorty understand it
Roll the police, when the feddy jock jam it
Pull over, Flo Rida can handle it
Go on place your bets, are we there yet? Atlantic
City to Vegas, God's two bust it babies
I stay on the track and get pretty pussy from Haiti
Rappers' tables invaded, great, watch it belated
Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin lately
Yeah, we could play "Ca-sino," you can be my, Ginger
Sam Rothstein, shorty I supply the dealers
I gotta thank my no-go, ropin off the game pit
Boss, ghetto boss, go on show me I'm the man
[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gon gamble wit it, show me I?m da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
[Flo Rida]
Heyyy, got money on the shooter am I talkin 'bout the Ruger
The man at roulette, click click, I'm no loser
Girl you da shit, Southern slang for manure
The Bucci conniseur when I'm drinkin on Kahlua
Whoa, see this rose, gal I won't try you with two-lips/tulips
I'm compin Ro-se, all my chickens hot as Hooters
A Mandalay Bay to Bellagio abuser
My paper don't amuse ya then you haven't seen my muler(?)
Hard Rock Hotel, I need the pink flamingo
Gamble a female like her hips is playin cee-lo
Check our your Chanel see eyes stroke your, ego
I'm up at the gazebo, pure cooker youse a kilo
[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gon gamble wit it, show me I?m da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
[Flo Rida]
Seven-eleven, there it go, I call it, no guessin
Ain't naked but all the shorties they lookin at you they threatened
I reckon it's cause you high-rollin, they beggin you bettin
Spent the house while you collectin from fly-rollin investin
Thousand dollar chips for your thousand dollar hips
Got these thousand dollar gifts, leave more thousand dollar tips
I'll be your supplier, spin it like a dryer
Roll for me baby be my NASCAR tires
I know the odds of winnin, like I do mop the linens
The gangster of all the womens, I call it Robin Givens
Flo Rida extort ya, take you Pinto to Porsche
Say look what your bottom bought ya, now do what your momma taught ya
Go on~!
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gon gamble wit it, show me I?m da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!