Roll Songtext / Lyric

(- Sean Kingston (Flo Rida))

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man)

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

They go!

It's Kingston & Flo Rida (Flo Rida)

Kingston & Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)

Kingston & Flo Rida (J.R. on da track, Poe Boy)

Kingston & Flo Rida (let's get it!)



(X2 - Sean Kingston)

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man)

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

They go!






(1 - Flo Rida)

Hey...

I could beat a man, dat's a shawty undastand it

Roll da police, when da feda jock panic

Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it

'Gon place ya bets, or we betta yet alan it

City to Vegas, God's 2 bust it babies

I stay on da tragic, your pretty pussy from Haden

Rappas' tables invaded, great, watch it belated

Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately

Yeah, we could play casino

You can be my ginger

Sam rock steam, shawty, I supply the dealas

I gotta thank my no-go

Bumpin' of da game pit

Boss, ghetto boss, 'gon show me I'm da man



(X2 - Sean Kingston)

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man)

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

They go!



(2 - Flo Rida)

Hey, got money on the shooter am I talking about the ruga

Command that roulette, click, click, I'm no loser

Yeah, you the shit, southern slang from Anua

The booty connoisseur when I'm drinking on Kahlua

Go see this rose, gal I won't try you with tulips

I'm coppin' rosé, now my chicken's hard as Hooters

I'm Mandalay Bay, The Bellagio abuser

My paper don't amuse ya then you haven't see my Muler

Hot rod, coat tail, I need the Pink Flamingo

Gambling female, like your hips is playing Cee-Lo

Check out your Channel, see, I stroke your ego

I'm here for the gazebo, pure cooker, you's a kilo



(X2 - Sean Kingston)

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man)

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

They go!



(3 - Flo Rida)

7, 11, there it go, I called it, no guessing

Ain't naked but all these shawties, they looking at you, they threatened

I reckon cause you high rolling, they begging, you begging

Snake eyes while you collecting, them thighs I will invest in

Thousand dollar chips for your thousand dollar hips

Got these thousand dollar gifts, leave more thousand dollar tips

I'll be your supplier, spend it like a dryer

Roll for me baby, be my NASCAR tire

I know the odds of winning, like I do my Fellini's

The gangster proud of women, I call it Robin Givens

Flo Rida extort you, take you Pinto to Porsche

Say look what you bottom bought ya

Now do what your mama taught ya!



(X2 - Sean Kingston)

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man)

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

They go!