Jam On It

[Intro: Pitbull] Fat Joe the Don And Mr. Worldwide reporting live from the east Ross the boss, Mr. Mauricio I know paper, can buy the newspapers Millions now, billions later You gotta let these haters [Chorus: Mr. Mauricio] Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it [Verse 1: Pitbull] Mr. 305, to Mr. Worldwide To Mr. Take Something Make something, that’s right For hanging with dark goons and gangsters To doing business with investors, attorneys and bankers Same story, different suits Same chico just under a different roof (Haha) Instead of the corner of the block Is the corner of the office I’m nauseous from offers (Woo) And when I see women is ménages they offer And you know that I’m all for (Haha) Especially if they’re both on our fours And you can keep them, dawg, they’re all yours Two seven figure Dade County boys Not even John Lennon could imagine that Our new paper can buy the newspapers Millions now, billions later (Woo) [Chorus: Mr. Mauricio] Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Rozay (Maybach Music) I got a bitch for him You got a bitch for me A bitch that live, a bitch KOD Made the office some office Niggas bringing to me office You bitch done shit she’s swimming with dolphins Niggas getting wet Cars keep running by I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high I don’t bark, I steal money, dance I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man [Maybach music] [Bridge: Mr. Mauricio] Drop it to the floor, let’s go And let the momma get low Shatke that ass and grab that pole, and drop it low Let’s go! And lil momma to the floor Shake that ass and grab that [Chorus: Mr. Mauricio] Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it! Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it! Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it! Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it [Verse 3: Fat Joe] I jam on it, I jam on it Bitches scream like they see Joe Jonas Yelling mousseline smell the trees all on it She need new jeans cause she creamed all on it Hold up, twerk the shit Hannah Montana I swerve the bitch Versace roll on Versace down Even put a beat under the Versace house She no speaking ingles And my bitches all foreign Brazilian hair and the ass she was born with Pay attention, you niggas can’t afford it But not your ass take her just pouring [Chorus: Mr. Mauricio & Rick Ross] Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it Jam on it, jam on it I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it Jam on it, jam on it J-j-j jam on it (Woo) [Outro: Pitbull, Fat Joe & Rick Ross] Mr. Mauricio Mr. Worldwide 2 7-figure Dade County boys Mauricio Crack Rozay