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B.o.B - Ray Bands [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.o.B
B.o.B
Vocals
Jamieson Xavier Jones
Jamieson Xavier Jones
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Songwriter
Jamieson Xavier Jones
Jamieson Xavier Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B.o.B
B.o.B
Producer
Jamieson Xavier Jones
Jamieson Xavier Jones
Producer
Brian Richardson
Brian Richardson
Associate Producer
Doug Peterson
Doug Peterson
Associate Producer
Bradley Horne
Bradley Horne
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You wanna pop bottles until you're on the floor Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands She wants them Ray Bands cause them bands are gorgeous She looking for a sponsor and I ain't talking corporate She after that endorsement Ever since she saw me on the Forbes list She be getting zero's from heroes They're Zorros with horses That's mustangs and porsches imported from Japan She from Atlanta but she on that college strand That's that overseas money, call 'em Taliban She WMD, aw yes spring to winter So pencil her in for breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner Ain't no incidentals She want them bands like a freelance parade (All day) Compliments of Bobby Ray You wanna pop bottles until you're on the floor Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands Look, she want them Ray Bands, them Ray Bands, that coin Gourmet top-house sirloin, courtesy of ya boy She she she she think I owe her, Des Moines Quite being annoying, do something useful and roll a joint You see business over bullshit's my company policy And my team's going green and I ain't talking 'bout pottery You tryin' to hit the party, she tryin' to hit the lottery And if they watchin' girl, you're grandfather clockin' it I don't pop bottles, I got pop dollars After Strange Clouds, I'mma drop my rock album Violent bravado, call me Bobby Bravo Every play is crucial, yeah that's my motto Said wassup, yeah we do this all the time Where the real freaks who wanna have a good night? If ya feel that, let it go it's alright The music got you movin' and you're losin' your mind So let me know if it's alright I just wanna know, shawty, have a good time So why don't you let go, let go You're losing control The music got you movin' and you're losing your mind You wanna pop bottles until you're on the floor Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds Showin' off her body, now watch her strike a pose Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands Bobby Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons, Jamieson Xavier Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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