[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Who the fuck y'all think I am?
I won't bust now, I won't touchdown
Born where they all get caught in a dam
Peanut butter, no good here fam
Where my cash? Put the money in the bag
No ski mask, too light in the ass
Where the stash, if you don't want to get dragged
I go bad, your toe might need a tag
All that shit that happened yesterday
Leave that shit there yesterday
If I go back like a throwback
Just know that my clique, they regulate
Pound for pound, homie lay it down
Straight me won't and she can't come around
That's me though, let mе get me now
I hate I got to tеll these clowns, to get your weight up
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
[Verse 2: Ball Greezy]
Who the fuck are you, bitch I'm me
I get money, 7 days in a week
If I ain't in the strip club, bitch don't look
Let me shit count loan, in the club don't trip
You can call me what you want, you see me so what
Then your bitch standing with, that's who's going with me to go fuck
Believe that fo, cause I'm the shit
We good, poe boy up in this bitch
Who the fuck is that, ni**a that's me
We keep the GCO, from the head to the feet
5-0-4, in the 7-3
Sitting on deuces, trunk for the beat
If this your bitch, well you better come to Tennessee
Grabbing on my dick and pour my lick
I'ma take you off top, I ain't finna play with it
About 4-5 dicks, you better go up in it
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
[Verse 3: Billy Blue]
(What it is?)
You pussy ass ni**as keep staring
What you got on your mouth, what you trying to say
When it come to mind, better ask around me
That boy blue don't come to play
All I think about getting paid
From huzz in the movie ayy
And where the fuck you work
You come back short, hell nah it ain't okay
What I got to say, it ain't got no game
I grind all day on my thang
So you think I'ma let you stop that man
What I look like, a goddamn lane
(For real!) Better handle your business
Ni**as out choosing these bitches
Better pay like a way that ni**a had my cash
You don't want to see me eat it
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
Get your weight up, or eat the paper
