Roll (feat. Sean Kingston)

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

Shake it on the floor

Like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

Roll, roll

There it go!

It's Kingston and Flo Rida

(Flo Rida)

Kingston and Flo Rida

(Sean Kingston)

Kingston and Flo Rida

(J.R. on the track, Poe Boy)

Kingston and Flo Rida

(Let's get it!)

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

(There it go!)

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

There it go!

Hey

I could be the man

That's if shorty understand it

Roll the police

When the feddy gigantic

Pull over

Flo Rida can handle it

Go on place your bets

Are we there yet?

Atlantic City to Vegas

Plies too bust it babies

I stay on the transit

Get pretty pussy from Haiti

Craps tables invaded

Great walk wit' ya lady

Block paper

I make it so I been gamblin' lately

Yeah

We could play Casino

You can be my, Ginger

Sam Rothstein, shorty I supply the dealers

I gotta thank my ****

Ropin' off the game pit

Boss, ghetto broads, go on show me I'm the man

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

(There it go!)

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

There it go!

Hey

Got money on the shooter

Am I talkin 'bout the Ruger?

The man at roulette

Click-click, I'm no loser

Girl you da shit

Southern slang for manure

The Bucci conniseur

When I'm drinkin' on Kahlua

Whoa, see this rose

Gal I won't try you with tulips

I'm coppin' Rosé

All my chick is hot as Hooters

I'm Mandalay Bay the Bellagio abuser

My paper don't amuse ya

Then you haven't seen my Muller

Hard Rock Hotel

I need the pink Flamingo

Gamble a female

Like her hips is playin' Cee-lo

Check out your Chanel

See I ain't stroke your, ego

I'm Hef with the gazebo

Pure cooker you's a kilo

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

(There it go!)

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

(There it go!)

Hey

7-11

There it go, I call it, no guessin'

Ain't naked but all the shorties

They lookin' at you, they threatened

I reckon it's cause you high-rollin'

They beggin', you bettin'

Snake eyes while you collectin'

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

Spin it like a dryer

Roll for me baby, be my NASCAR tire

I know the odds of winnin'

Like I do mobster linens

The gangster proud of women

I call it Robin Givens

Flo Rida extort ya

Take you Pinto to Porsche

Say look what your bottom bought ya

Now do what your momma taught ya

Go on!

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

(There it go!)

Go on gamble with it

Show me I'm the man

(Man)

Shake it on the floor like dice 'pon ya hand

Let me see that ass roll, roll, roll

(Roll, roll, roll)

Roll, roll

(Roll, roll)

There it go!