Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
Flo Rida
Flo Rida
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Harvey Miller
Harvey Miller
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Tramar Dillard
Tramar Dillard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mapheis "Stafa" Carter
Mapheis "Stafa" Carter
Assistant Engineer
DJ Speedy
DJ Speedy
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Tal Miller
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
Breyan Isaac
Breyan Isaac
Producer
Breyan Issac
Breyan Issac
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get it low
Get it low
Get, get
Get low
Let me see you
Get it low
To the floor (See you)
Baby, no
Baby, no, don't rush
Get it low
Yep, I'ma get ya home
Yep, I'ma put it on
Put it on you
[Verse 2]
Ooh, she just my type
Hair long, and her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind, baby mama type
Friend muggin', she the hater type
Waka Flocka, I'm the player type (Flex)
Jewelry bright, winter white (Flex)
Champagne chilled on ice (Flex)
Hold up, every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor
Hands on your hips, get real low
Throwin' money, my MO
So slide me your info
Let me know, what you doin' tonight, girl?
I ain't got time for no games
I'm only here for tonight, girl
[Verse 3]
Lemme see you get low, low, low
To the floor, floor, floor
Grab your hips, girl, break your back
Gimme some more, more, more
[Verse 4]
Let me see you
Get it low
To the floor (See you)
Baby, no
Baby, no, don't rush
Get it on
Yep, I'ma get ya home
Yep, I'ma put it on
Put it on you
[Verse 5]
Ride for him 'cause he say I ride real good
Pop star, but I fuck him like I'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a 'vette, bitch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway, boobs up, and my ass out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big Nicki in the game, ****
Bricksquad, I ain't fuckin' with no lame ****
This that part when I slow it down like this
Somebody better get a bitch another round
Fly as fuck, I need a copilot
When I come out, it's a mothafuckin' ho riot
[Verse 6]
Let me see you
Get it low
To the floor (See you)
Baby, no
Baby, no, don't rush
Get it on
Yep, I'ma get ya home
Yep, I'ma put it on
Put it on you
[Verse 7]
Damn your size, lil' waist don't match your thighs
Say you're on my level, but my level too high
Lookin' in your eyes, don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that before
Searchin' in the club, and I just found one
Pick up lines, I just dropped mine
Single for the night, tryna double my fun
So what's up? To the bad bitch
In the corner with her ass big
And her hair long, I'ma grab it
She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard
Like, I ain't tryna be horse and carriage
Or tryna take care of you so put your bad habit
I just wanna smash it, smash it, pash it
Show you where the cash is, cash is
But first, let me see you
[Verse 8]
Get it low
To the floor (See you)
Baby, no
Baby, no, don't rush
Get it on
Yep, I'ma get ya home
Yep, I'ma put it on
Put it on you
[Verse 9]
You be like
You be like
Wrap your legs around
I'll be on top of you, ay
You be like
Ay, you be like
Wrap your legs around me
I'll be on top of
I'll be on top of
[Verse 10]
Let me see you
Get it low
To the floor (See you)
Baby, no
Baby, no, don't rush
Get it on
Yep, I'ma get ya home
I'ma put it on
Put it on you (See you)
Get it low
To the floor (See you)
Baby, no
Baby, no, don't rush
Get it on
Yep, I'ma get ya home
Yep, I'ma put it on
Put it on you
[Verse 11]
You be like
You be like
Wrap your legs around me
I'll be on top of you, ay
You be like
Ay, you be like
Wrap your legs around me
I'll be on top of
I'll be on top of
[Verse 12]
Get low
To the floor
Baby, no
Don't rush
Get it on
Get ya home
Put it on
Put it on
Written by: B. Isaac, H. MILLER, Harvey L. Miller, J. Malphurs, M. Nguyen-Stevenson, Onika Maraj, T. Dillard
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