American Superstar Flo Rida (Ft. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Look at me, bitch, look at me, bitch
Look at me, bitch, I'm an American superstar

[Chorus 1: Flo Rida & Lil Wayne]
I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches
Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures
Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Heavy metal for them boys, plenty petals for them gals
Got an appetite for destruction, you can call me Axl
Ask me bout what a nigga done done
Ask me bout what a nigga do well
Ask me bout where them bricks come from
That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell
I don't want nothing to do wit that there
If its a lick then I'm bringing them shells
Only position for me is a player
That's rite player, better get it right player
Might have to be an emergency
Lucky for you I'm up blowing my trees
Calming my nerves, no regular weed
Or somebody's shorty wit me, on her knees
I'm ready if its a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter
Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster
My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed, deserve choppers
Get served like Jimmy Hoffa, American show stopper