(feat. Eboni Eyes)

[whispering]

TrackBoyz.

[J-Kwon]

Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah

Come on..ay

[Verse - J-Kwon]

Call me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece

And I like the way ya $$# move to the beat
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps

The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her $$# fat

It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that

the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at? lickin' the Kodak

And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now..


[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'

Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'


[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad

Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feel my $$# make the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi

Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo', time to get this (*##$ hype

^!$$%z in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my $$# I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya

Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna $#&@ wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh

No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the $#&@ up out my face and let me do my thang


[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'

Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'


[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo'
Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back

You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag

Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country
But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money
I tried to stay humble, but her $$# rumble

Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

[Verse - Eboni Eyes]

Skin tight denim, fat $$# in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This ^!$$% herre lame, he got no game

His shoes ran over wit' a fake $$# chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes


[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'
Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'

Show your $$#, gon' hit the flo'

[J-Kwon (repeat until fade)]
Show your $$#