Mail On Sunday

Flo Rida Mail On Sunday Lyrics
1.American Superstar

feat. Lil Wayne


2.Ack Like You Know


3.Elevator

feat. Timbaland


4.Roll

feat. Sean Kingston


5.Low

feat T-Pain
Lyricist:Flo Rida
Writer(s):T-Pain

She got the whole club lookin at her
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty 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
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

She got the whole club lookin at her
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, 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 ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

She got the whole club lookin at her
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo of above 'er crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

She got the whole club lookin at her
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low


6.Priceless

feat. Birdman


7.Ms. Hangover


8.Still Missin


9.In The Ayer

feat. Will.I.Am

Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partyin
to the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partyin
to the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer

Hey it's my jam
Yall don't understand
I'll gonna make you understand
What's pumpin in my CD player ( player )
Party all night like yayer ( yayer )
Shawty got a hand in the ayer ( ayer )
Make me want to take it dere
Then I go , here I go , here is my song
DJ bring it back come in my zone
I get paid for them couple bonez
the next wop until the early morn
i need that crunk when im up in tha club
even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs
give me that drop yellow waist like a drug
lil mama hot and she might show me love
o hot damn
celebrate to tha A.M
i love it so much it got me sayin

Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partyin to the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partyin to the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer

Heyyy i might just start the wave
like im at a ball game do my thang
hands up high i got money in tha bank
im so fly 747 pain
rock it no stop it how i got my name
baby keep poppin you might get tha fame
walk tha red carpet wont see you the same
i get tha stuntin forget my name
start with me
ride with me
represent tha city gotta vibe with me
make me throw it up ma timid in tha club
go ahead throw it up gotta wonder
how much to show enough to stare(stare)
im hood so its really unfair (fair)
shorty go ahead and get bare(bare)
we aint gonna treat our city like the mayor(mayor)

Oh hot damn (damn), this is my jam (jam)
Keep me partyin to the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer ,
throw my hands in the ayer , ay , ayer, ayer, ay , ayer, ayer,
ay, ayer, ayer,


Alright now stop
oooo
put your hands in the ayer
its a stick (a stick up stick up) its a stick up just to tha
ceilin baby
Throw my hands in the
Put your hands up (Throw my hands in the)
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands (Throw my hands in the)
Put your hands up to the sky (to the sky)
Wave em, wave em round and round, side to side (side to side)
It's the party Shawty going just to roof (just to roof)
And we got em ballers poppin at my proof
So throw your hands in the ayer (ayer)
Just to ceilin baby
Fill it, fill it baby
Throw your hands up


Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
(Throw your hands up)


10.Me & U


11.All My Life


12.Don't Know How to Act

feat. Yung Joc


13.Freaky Deaky

feat. Trey Songz


14.Money Right

feat. Rick Ross & Brisco