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