Flo Rida Roll Lyrics

(duet with Sean Kingston)
[Intro - Sean Kingston (Flo Rida)]
Gonna gamble where dey show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da floor, like dice pon ya hand
Lemme see the dice roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
It's Kingston & Flo Rida (Flo Rida)
Kingston & Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)
Kingston & Flo Rida (J.R. on da credit, Poor Boy)
Kingston & Flo Rida (let's get it!)

[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gonna gamble where they show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da floor, like dice pon ya hand
Lemme say the dice roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!

[Verse - Flo Rida]
Hey...
I could be the man, dat's if shawty undastand it

Roll da police, when da feda gigantic
Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it
'Gon place ya bets, are we there yet or landed?
City to Vegas, flies two plus it paid us
I stay on da treads and get pretty p***y from Haden
c___s tables invaded, great walk witcha lady,
Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately
Yeah, we could play ca-ssino
You can be my Ginger
Sam Rothstien, shawty, I supply the dealas
I gotta thank my no-go
Ropin' off da game pit
Boss, ghetto bras, 'gon show me I'm da man

[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gonna gamble where they show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme see the dice roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
Got money on da shoota am I talkin bout da Ruger?,
Da man that roulette click click im no loser,
Gal you da sh*t: southern slang from manure,
Da bootsy connoisseur when I'm drankin on Kalhua,
Oh see this rose girl i won't try you with tulips,
im pumpin rose' are my chickens hot as hooters,
I'm Mandalay Bay, the Bellagio abuser,
my paper don't amuse ya then you haven't seen my muler,
Hard rock hotel i need the pink flamingo,
gamble it female like ya hips is playin seelo,
check out ya Chanel see, I stroke ya ego,
enough wid da gazebo, pure cut yer use a kilo, blow.
/>[Chorus X2 - Sean Kingston]
Gonna gamble where they show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say the dice roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
seven eleven, then it go, call it no gueessin,
aint naked but all these shawty's they lookin at you dey treading,
i reckon its cause you high rollin dey beggin you beggin,
snake eyes while you collecting, then smiles while you investing,
thousand dollar chips for ya thousand dollar hips,
got these thousand dollar gifts need more thousand dollar tips,
ill be your supplier, spinnit like a dryer,
roll for me baby be my Nascar tire,
i know the odds of winnin,