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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Rida
Flo Rida
Lead Vocals
Git Fresh
Git Fresh
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Marcus Slade
Marcus Slade
Songwriter
Sydne George
Sydne George
Songwriter
Jerome Foster
Jerome Foster
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tramar Dillard
Tramar Dillard
Songwriter
Wayne Thomas
Wayne Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Knobody
Knobody
Producer
Marcus Slade
Marcus Slade
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Slade Da Monsta
Slade Da Monsta
Producer
Juan Negrete
Juan Negrete
Recording Engineer
wayneO
wayneO
Producer

Lyrics

Flo-Rida Gucci! Bird! I done bought all this ciroc Now lil mama on my jock Staring at me up and down like when my roley's 6 o'clock Now you know you better stop You done heard about my squad I am G poe boy You either (uhh) or you not (Hold up shawty) Wait a minute shawty why you came Who you know and who the hell told you to come All up in the middle with the business unofficial When I can't stand a chick tryna score my fun Looking for a dude to rip you off some? I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's Let me look rich, I wanna have his son I sip perignon but do I look dumb Get a job shawty turn my knob And if it don't open up make sure you slob My boys [...?] behind the bar Sit back blow smoke from a Cuban cigar What's your mission Looks suspicious I don't get it No permission Back no interest What's the business Shawty listen I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Now I ain't got no time for silly games Got no time for silly notions But get smacked silly for playing with my emotions You figured you lead me on But b-tch you led me out the door Now let me lead you with a song It goe like D yous a hoe Drunk up all my conjour Aint even leave me with a glass So cough up my whole bottle Or ima take out your ass Cos you don't wanna see me angry You don't like me when i'm angry Live like Jackson 5 But get greezy like Jermaine Be dangerous like Michael So Tito pass the tissues Don't test me cos I keep a clipper number 2 pistols And you will be erased Outta sight and outta mind So get the f-ck on or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill I'm not even gonna bother listening to Gucci... I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill
Writer(s): Tramar Dillard, Sydne George, Marcus Slade, Christopher Bridges, Radric Davis, Jerome Foster, Unknown Writer, Wayne Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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