Drake - To The Floor lyrics

[Intro: Polow Da Don] Yeah (yeah) Polow Da Don Ay tell the waitress I need a hundred bottles (LADIES!) Where the ladies at? Yo, a hundred bottles (ZONE 4!) Nah really, a hundred bottles Oh that trip to Miami wasn't nuttin That was just our first date baby! [Chorus: Lloyd, Polow Da Don] Girl, do whatever you like It's your world, oh girl Tonight it's on me Baby tell me what you want We in the zone, gone off Patrón In the club, in the club, they playin her song That's when I slowly approach you like daddy what you know Told her girl (hold my drink) then she dropped it down low To the flo', to the flo', she took it to the flo' To the flo', to the flo', she took it to the flo' Get lower baby! To the flo', to the flo', she took it to the flo' Oh yeah To the flo', to the flo', she took it to the flo' Get lower, get lower, get lower baby! [Rich Boy] Yo, yo, yo Ooh-wee, look how sophisticated you look in Louie Like Judge Judy I drop a [?] and do your duty Let's get some sushi, and just ski on the chatter hoochie Stop by the crib, come watch a motherf**in movie I pop bottles with big girls and all the models When we leave the party solid bookers they wanna follow I know you got older man so tell me what I don't know I'm in my four-do', follow me and my partner Polow Your girls be all in your business so meet me later solo I'll do a promo, tourin and wearin Yokomoto I be ballin harder than motherf**in Tony Romo If you worry about the size girl I got a jumbo [Chorus w/ Lloyd ad libs] [Drake] Okay, okay, sittin in the owner's box And in the Caribbean twistin off Corona tops I'm sittin down hittin half-court floater shots b**hes takin pictures because every night's a photo op Yeah, and nothin has been photo-shopped I say I'ma buy the bar and they say "n***a no you're not" I be satisfied with the percentage that my lawyer got Makin other people rich is somethin I enjoy a lot Uhh, can you tell even when your girl won't I'ma still be feelin me even when the world don't sh** just change forever, first I get a lot of dough Then I end up with your woman, that's just how it's gotta go Yeah, and I could tell her things to treat her right You could get whatever baby, 'member you and me tonight Throw the p**y at me, guarantee that you won't see the strike I'ma hit it hard, you gon' think you Derek Jeter wife Uhh, tell me, how does that sound? I could get it a** up or with your back down Spit that ahh-sookie-sookie in your ear It's the n***a Rich Boy and the "Rookie of the Year" [Chorus w/ Lloyd ad libs] [Outro: Lloyd] Get low, g-g-go girl [6X] Get low get low get low get low