Right Round Songtext
von Flo Rida
Right Round Songtext
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, do-
Hey, walk out of the house with my swagger
Hop in, there we go, I got places to go
People to see, time is precious
I look at my Cartier, outta control
Just like my mind where I′m goin'
No women, no shorties, no nothin′ but clothes
No stoppin' now, my Pirelli's on (roll)
I like my jewelry that′s always on (gold)
I know the storm is comin′
My pockets keep tellin' me it′s gonna shower
Call up my homies
It's on and poppin′ tonight 'cause it′s meant to be ours
We keep a fade-away shot
'Cause we be ballin', it′s platinum Patrón that be ours
Lil′ mama, I owe you just like the flowers
Girl, you the truth with all of that goody power, 'cause
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain′t nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It's going down, down
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain′t nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It's going down, down
Hey, shawty must know I′m the man
My money love her like a number one fan
Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my bands
My Benjamin Frank-a-lines
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
My paper planes making her dance
Get dirty all night, that's part of my (plan)
We building castles that′s made out of (sand)
She′s amazing, her fire blazing, hotter than Cajun
Girl, won't you move a lil′ closer?
Time to get paid, it's maximum wage
That body belongs on a poster
I′m in a daze, that bottom is waving at me
Like, dammit, I know you
Doing a show like a gun out of holster
Tell me whatever, then I'll be your chauffeur, ′cause
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, do-
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain't nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It's going down, down
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain′t nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It′s going down, down
Yeah, I'm spending my money (hey)
I′m outta control (hey)
Somebody help me, she's taking my bankroll
But I′m king of the club (hey)
And I'm wearing the crown
Popping these bottles, touching these models
Watching they asses go (down, down, down, down, down...)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down (hey)
You spin my head right round, right round (hey)
When you go down, when you go down, down (hey)
You spin my head right round, right round (hey)
When you go down, when you go down, down (hey)
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, do-
Hey, walk out of the house with my swagger
Hop in, there we go, I got places to go
People to see, time is precious
I look at my Cartier, outta control
Just like my mind where I′m goin'
No women, no shorties, no nothin′ but clothes
No stoppin' now, my Pirelli's on (roll)
I like my jewelry that′s always on (gold)
I know the storm is comin′
My pockets keep tellin' me it′s gonna shower
Call up my homies
It's on and poppin′ tonight 'cause it′s meant to be ours
We keep a fade-away shot
'Cause we be ballin', it′s platinum Patrón that be ours
Lil′ mama, I owe you just like the flowers
Girl, you the truth with all of that goody power, 'cause
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain′t nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It's going down, down
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain′t nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It's going down, down
Hey, shawty must know I′m the man
My money love her like a number one fan
Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my bands
My Benjamin Frank-a-lines
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
My paper planes making her dance
Get dirty all night, that's part of my (plan)
We building castles that′s made out of (sand)
She′s amazing, her fire blazing, hotter than Cajun
Girl, won't you move a lil′ closer?
Time to get paid, it's maximum wage
That body belongs on a poster
I′m in a daze, that bottom is waving at me
Like, dammit, I know you
Doing a show like a gun out of holster
Tell me whatever, then I'll be your chauffeur, ′cause
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, do-
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain't nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It's going down, down
From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down)
She got me throwing my money (around)
Ain′t nothing more beautiful to be (found)
It′s going down, down
Yeah, I'm spending my money (hey)
I′m outta control (hey)
Somebody help me, she's taking my bankroll
But I′m king of the club (hey)
And I'm wearing the crown
Popping these bottles, touching these models
Watching they asses go (down, down, down, down, down...)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down, down (hey)
You spin my head right round, right round (hey)
When you go down, when you go down, down (hey)
You spin my head right round, right round (hey)
When you go down, when you go down, down (hey)
Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Allan Peter Grigg, Tramar Dillard, Peter Jozzepi Burns, Lukasz Gottwald, Stephen Coy, Justin Scott Franks, Michael David Percy, Timothy John Lever, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com