Listen to Right Round (feat. Ke$ha) [Mixed] by Flo Rida

Right Round (feat. Ke$ha) [Mixed]

Flo Rida

Dance

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Music Video

Flo Rida - Right Round (feat. Ke$ha) [US Version] (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Rida
Flo Rida
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Franks
Justin Franks
Songwriter
Aaron Bay-Schuck
Aaron Bay-Schuck
Songwriter
Michael Percy
Michael Percy
Songwriter
Philip Lawrence
Philip Lawrence
Songwriter
Allan Grigg
Allan Grigg
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
P. Burns
P. Burns
Songwriter
Peter Hernandez
Peter Hernandez
Songwriter
Stephen Coy
Stephen Coy
Songwriter
Timothy Lever
Timothy Lever
Songwriter
Tramar Dillard
Tramar Dillard
Songwriter

Lyrics

You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down Hey Walk out the house with my swagger Hop in the whip yo I got places to go People to see, time is precious I look at my Cartier, out of control Just like my mind where I'm going No women, no shorties, no nothing my clothes No stomping on my Perreli's on froze Unlike my jewelry that's always on cold I know the storm is coming My pockets keep telling me it's gonna shower Call up my homies it's on and poppin' tonight 'cause it's meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot 'cause we balling this platinum patron every hour Look momma I owe you just like the flowers Girl you the truth with all that goody sour Go You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down) She got me throwing my money (around) Ain't nothing more beautiful to be (found) It's going down, down From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down) She got me throwing my money (around) Ain't nothing more beautiful to be (found) It's going down, down Hey Shorty must know I'm the man My money love her like a number one fan Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my fans, my Benjamin Franklin's A couple of grands, I got rubber bands, my paper planes making her dance Get dirty on like the spot on my hand We building castles that made out of sand She's amazin', her fire blazin', hotter than Cajun, girl won't you move a little closer? Time to get paid, it's maximum wage, that body belong on a poster I'm in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like dammit I told ya You want a show like a gun out a holster Tell me whatever and I'll be ya chauffeur You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down) She got me throwing my money (around) Ain't nothing more beautiful to be (found) It's going down, down From the top of the pole, I watch her go (down) She got me throwing my money (around) Ain't nothing more beautiful to be (found) It's going down, down I'm spending my money (aye) I'm out of control (aye) Somebody help me She taking my bankroll But I'm king of the club (aye) And I'm wearing the crown Poppin' these bottles Touching these models Watching their asses (go down, down) You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down, down
Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Allan Peter Grigg, Tramar Dillard, Peter Jozzepi Burns, Lukasz Gottwald, Stephen Coy, Justin Scott Franks, Michael David Percy, Timothy John Lever, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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