[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