Don't Know How To Act Lyrics - Mail On Sundays - Flo Rida

I'm in the club 

Kush got it burnin' up 

I'm poppin' bottles 'n 

I'm fuckin' up the furniture 

I'm in the club 

DJ gon turn it up 

Got a flock of models 

'N we fuckin' up the furniture 

All my niggas gettin' money 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

30 dudes 'n we stuntin' 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

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Got a whole lotta hoes 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Yeah, my pockets all swollen 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Hey, wipin' my pumps, poppin' that Dom, pardon melange 

Show stoppin', no flockin', I'm about to perform 

Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm 

I'm project, I'm ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm 

Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash 

Blue with my swag, that's that Gucci duffle bag 

Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag 

Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack 

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Well cause I'm young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's 

I'm in the club with my King Johnny's them diamonds is black 

Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back 

Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat 

Married the rubberbands, hustlin', hustlin' 

Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin', musclin' 

Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin', tusslin' 

Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin' and duckin' 

I'm in the club 

Kush got it burnin' up 

I'm poppin' bottles 'n 

I'm fuckin' up the furniture 

I'm in the club 

DJ gon turn it up 

Got a flock of models 

'N we fuckin' up the furniture 

All my niggas gettin' money 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

30 dudes 'n we stuntin' 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Got a whole lotta hoes 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Yeah, my pockets all swollen 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Hey, 20 bottles or better 

I'm comin' in the club and I'm standin' on ya on the tootise leather 

I gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather 

That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather 

So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record 

Some fools on this, open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressure 

My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellers 

Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin' paper is pleasure 

Homie don't you f'n with heifers that square me up like checkers 

And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her 

Meet uncle fester, ballin', my shawties they hot as peppers 

Don't know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar 

Down for whatever, hey! 

I'm a donut nigga like glazed 

On a couch like this my stage 

Get money, don't get a nigga paid in Dade 

They probably see minimum wage 

My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-Aid 

I ain't really got minutes, I party just like hooray! 

I'm in the club 

Kush got it burnin' up 

I'm poppin' bottles 'n 

I'm fuckin' up the furniture 

I'm in the club 

DJ gon turn it up 

Got a flock of models 

'N we fuckin' up the furniture 

All my niggas gettin' money 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

30 dudes 'n we stuntin' 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Got a whole lotta hoes 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

Yeah, my pockets all swollen 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

(Don't know how to act) 

I'm in the club 

Kush got it burnin' up 

I'm poppin' bottles 'n 

I'm fuckin' up the furniture 

I'm in the club 

DJ gon turn it up 

Got a flock of models 

'N we fuckin' up the furniture