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(feat. Soulja Boy, DJ Unk, Polow Da Don) [Chorus:] The dance floor silly the ladies go feel me the fellas in the back and they they twisting up a billie get silly get silly getsilly get silly get silly get get silly [Verse: V.I.C.] I am feeling my self with the number 1 single I am feeling my wealth now what u no about me call me mr 08 cause this year about me not a rookie of the year but a major in the League so hahaha haters get awawy from me.cause I start raying on yo block and ya'll going silly. [Chorus] [Verse: Soulja Boy] My chain to silly my watch so dumb only rapper on my space with mo friends than tom one for The money two for the count riding n a vehicle I can't even pronounce Sod money game money keep stacking I leaked every song and still went plantnum fruit loop silly candy painted cars You are a prisoner behind 8 bars. [Verse: DJ UNK] You already no ya boy stay up on his buisness the fellas in the back that was me twisting That billie my charm to silly I keep that grandaddy purp on my my shows that silly everybody No me from atlanta straght up to philly went from nobody to fortune Because my fame is silly I can't even even eat without signing my name that's silly I can't even sleep without Getting me some brain that's silly. Chorus Songtexte[Verse: Polow Da Don] All my ladies get silly shake yo double d titys put yo hands in the air If u a g up in the city a suker try to hit me up I had to get that buster missing Wait a minute mothersuker than I got a call from billy than I got a call from jack than Than I got a call from jimmy look like we bout to bot to make a millie Christina millie you looking preety I'm about to holla cause you up in My city come on. Aus Songtexte Mania