rida -What you want
Brisco Feat. Flo-Rida Lyrics

Hey, big daddy, where you goin'? Uh
Call me Flo Milli, I be flowin', yeah
Skinny thick, pockets on Samoans, woo
I be really rappin', y'all be hoein', damn
Michael Jackson, ho, I'm the baddest, uh
Fuck around, he might go get it tatted, yeah
Bet your nigga say the pussy magic, what?
Pretty lil' thing, gettin' ratchet, yeah
Told me that I couldn't, oops, I did it again
I don't like you bitches, I don't wanna pretend If he spendin' money, I just go with the friend
If you can give me dollars, give me pine, get me in
Purple-black Maybach, yeah, that's me
Titties up, ass fat, that ain't free
Hatin' hoes dead to me, RIP
Bad bitch, your bitch, she ain't me

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Man, what these hoes want from me?

If a ho wanna test me, I ace it (huh?)
I don't wait for nobody, bitch, I'm impatient
Trip off who? Bitch, I'm on vacation
I pop shit, when I do it, I'm flagrant (bitch)
Whenever it's smoke, I'll bake shit
Please don't compare me to hoes that's basic (uh-uh)
The money only thing I'm chasin'
Body snatched, you know I'm Debbie cakin'
Men like to talk and I hate it
But the D ain't hittin', then fuck it, I erase it (fuck it)
Got new money, man, these hoes outdated (yeah)
If he say he don't love me, that's hatred (duh)
Call me Ms. Pull Up in the Latest (skrrt)
Double R truck, backseat too spacious (yeah)
Cartier bracelets (huh), hoes make faces (ha)
Fifty-five hundred what I paid for my laces (ha)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Man, what these hoes want from me?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Tell me what you want from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Man, what these hoes want from me?