To The Floor Rich Boy (Ft. Drake, Lloyd & Polow da Don)

[Intro: Polow da Don & Lloyd]
Yeah
Polow da Don
Aye, tell the waitress (yeah)
I need a hundred bottles (oh, yeah)
(Ladies!) Where the ladies at?
Yeah, a hundred bottles (oh)
(Zone 4!)
Yeah, nah really, a hundred bottles (go girl, get low, go girl, get low, go girl)
Oh, that trip to Miami wasn't nothing (get low, get low, get low, get low, yeah)
That was just our first date, baby!

[Chorus: Rich Boy & Lloyd]
Girl, do whatever you like, it's your world
Oh girl, tonight it's on me
Baby, tell me what you want
We in the zone, gone off Patrón
In the club, in the club, they playing her song
That's when I slowly approach you, like daddy what you know
Told her girl (hold my drink), then she dropped it down low
To the floor, to the floor, she took it to the floor
To the floor, to the floor, she took it to the floor (floor, baby)
To the floor, to the floor, she took it to the floor (oh yeah)
To the floor, to the floor, she took it to the floor (get lower, get lower, get lo-)

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Yo, yo, yo
Ooh-wee, look how sophisticated you look in Louie
Like Judge Judy, drop it down girl and do your duty
Let's get some sushi, and jet ski on the Chattahoochee
Stop by the crib, come watch a motherfucking movie
I pop bottles with big girls and all the models
When we leave the parties, all the groupies they wanna follow
I know you got other men, so tell me what I don't know
I'm in my four door, follow me and my partner, Polow
Your girls be all in your business, so meet me later solo
I'll do a promo, touring and wearing Yokomoto
I be balling harder than motherfucking Tony Romo
If you worry about the size, girl, I got a jumbo