Migrate

(album: E=MC² - 2008)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Keep it moving bounce, hey
Keep it moving bounce, hey (Danja!)
Keep it moving bounce, hey (T-Pain)
Keep it moving bounce, hey (MC)

Once again, nothing jumping up in your place
Sick of your Berry buzzing all in my face
Way too much to tolerate
Time to roll, y'all know I gots to migrate
Speed-dial connecting me to Rae Rae (Hey)
Click in Shawnte and Mae Mae (Hey)
"Treat it as a holiday," 'cause he's a wrap
Y'all know I had to migrate

So, I'm on my way home
'Cause my jeans, yeah, they fit, but it might benefit
Me to throw something on
To feature my hips, accentuate my ahh
And steal the show

Soon as we walk through the door
Fellas be grabbing at us like "yo"
Trying to get us going off that Patrón
We sipping Grigio, slow
If your neck and your wrist coordinate
Hair braided or faded, okay
We can move this back to my place
It's time to migrate

From my car into the club, we migrate (Migrate)
From the bar to VIP, we migrate (Migrate)
From the party to the after party, migrate (migrate)
After party to hotel (Migrate)

As we proceed getting buzzed the envious ones
Hating but they can't take their eyes off us
But we don't see none of that
They playing my jam and the floor is packed
See, ya'll need to migrate up out the door
We're clinking glasses, compliments of the club
We raise their status, so you know they show us love
Everywhere we go, they gon' flock
Them boys migrate to where it's hot (It's hot), it's, it's

Soon as we walk through the door
Fellas be grabbing at us like "yo"
Trying to get us going off that Patrón (No)
We sipping Grigio, slow
If you're inked up thugging that swag I like
Face, body and Lamborghini outside
Obviously, boy, you qualify
Otherwise migrate (Bye)

From my car into the club, we migrate (Migrate)
From the bar to VIP, we migrate (Migrate)
From the party to the after party, migrate (Migrate)
After party to hotel, (Migrate)

This is where it begins and ends at the very same time
Teddy Pain, the main man of the hour
Got a flow that'll flat your tire
Got stacks, plus I'm back with Mariah
We stay down like four flats on a Cadillac
Back to the back, we fall flat, girl
If you feel like doing a dance, I'm gonna pull up my pants
C'mon back, girl
But I gotta migrate to the bar, from the bar to the floor
From the floor to the car, from the car to the crib
Then it's back to the club, we can migrate in that
Mini Coupe sitting on dubs
Ooh, whatcha waiting on? I can't stand in one place
I'm on a Platinum Patrón and I hate when I don't get it my way
So don't wait for me to buy drinks or you gon' dehydrate
It's time to migrate, yeah

Soon as I walk through the door (Hey)
They know I'm from the 8-5-0 (Hey)
I need three bottles of that Patrón
I can make the Chevrolet grease up slow
If your ass and your titties coordinate
Shawty, show it like it ain't okay (Okay)
We can move this back to my place
Shawty, best believe, it's time to migrate

Soon as we walk through the door
Fellas be grabbing at us like "yo" (Like "yo")
Trying to get us going off that Patrón (Trying to get control of that Patrón, oh whoa)
We sipping Grigio, slow
If you're inked up thugging that swag I like (Thugging that swag I like)
Face, body and Lamborghini outside (Oh-oh-oh, oh whoa)
Obviously, boy, you qualify (Oh-oh-oh, oh whoa)
Otherwise migrate, bye (Oh-oh-oh, oh whoa)

Keep it moving bounce, hey
Keep it moving bounce, hey
Keep it moving bounce, hey
Keep it moving bounce, hey