Roof On Fye T-Pain

[Verse 1]
Man, I got this gold all over me
So automatically she gonna twerk
Now I got these hoes all over me
She know that I be puttin' in work
Blowing up that soul and Hennessy
Spilling bad right now, trying to make it all work
Walk up in the fucking club like I'm Mr. Universe
Pop a rock, take a shot, and I'm lifting up her skirt
My pockets on infinity, you feeling me
Shorty get low in skinny jeans, let's go, get really deep
She coming at me til my voice get low like Billy Dean
[Yeah - silly me]
Every time she step the dance floor glow like Billie Jean
But I don't give a fuck right now cause I'm pretty stuck right now

[Bridge]
Man it look like she walking down a lonely highway
She's coming to a real nigga table
I'm coming at you real, no thicker
I'm gonna make her feel good
Shorty sweating over my way
Baby, I'm gonna keep it real
You gonna make me feel like
I just walked up in this spot with a drink in my cup
I got me a thot with a real big butt
I'm not gonna stop 'til I get enough
So shots on shots [on shots] on shots [on shots]
[shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots]