Don't Know How To Act

(album: Mail On Sunday - 2008)

[Intro: Yung Joc]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

[Chorus 1: Yung Joc]
I'm in the club
Kush got it burning up
I'm popping bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture
I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

[Chorus 2: Yung Joc]
All my niggaz gettin money
Don't know how to act [x3]
Dirty goons and we stuntin
Don't know how to act [x3]
Got a whole lotta O
Don't know how to act [x3]
Yeah my pockets on swoll
Don't know how to act [x3]

[Flo Rida]
Hey, wiping my pumps, popping that Dom, pardon melange
show stopping, no flocking, I'm about to perform
Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm
I'm project, I'm ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm
Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash
Blue with my swag, that's that Gucci duffle bag
Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag
Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack
Well cause I'm young getting money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's
I'm in the club with my King Johnny's them diamonds is black
Shorty she loving my tattoos ingrained on my back
Mugging and thugging the trap crew we step like Da Brat
Married the rubberbands, hustling, hustling
Got a squad gutter man, so we muscling, muscling
Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tussling, tussling
Tear apart, hit the fan, now they running and ducking

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Flo Rida]
Hey, 20 bottles or better
I'm coming in the club and I'm standing on ya on the tootise leather
I gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather
That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather
So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record
Some fools on this ?? open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressure
My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellars
Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, getting paper is pleasure
Homie don't you f'n with heffers that square me up like checkers
And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her
Meet uncle fester, balling, my shawties they hot as peppers
Don't know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar
Down for whatever, hey!
I'm a donut nigga like glazed
On a couch like this my stage
Get money, don't get a nigga paid in Dade...
They probably see minimum wage
My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aid
I ain't really got minutes, I party just like hooray!

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Chorus 1]