London Jae - In The Air lyrics

[Intro: Lin-Z] (Woo, Yeah, All Right, All right) [Verse 1: Lin-Z] I'mma make you hit the dance floor with this one Don't got a man but you better get one Girl, pick it up and make it go low Put it on him good, gotta make him wine fo' it Hands in the air if you're getting to the money Middle of the party and I'm bizzin' like honey Dude at the bar so smooth like bu*ter Ass like woah, yeah, word to your mother [Pre-Hook: London Jae] With a song like this, don't it make you wanna dance? Get out your seat and grab a hand, don't be afraid to take a chance When it feel like this, don't it put you in the mood? Right foot, left foot, just feel the groove Put your hands in the air, get in the mood [Hook: London Jae] In the air (move yo body, move yo body) In the air (move yo body, move yo body) In the air (move yo body) (Till you're grabbin' on the clouds) In the air In the air (hands up, hands up) In the air (hands up, hands up) Till you're grabbin' on the clouds In the air [Verse 2: B.o.B] Aye, cameras pop, look at who just throw the show Got they' hands up in the air, wave my chad [?' Rappers lookin' like my sons, got more kids than Shawty Lo If they want a grind game, I do more than tie the scope I've been smokin' so long, I bring swishas by the boat Your b**h choosin' so hard, eenie meenie miney moe Would've thought I was in court, the way she noticed me Money grown, guess that's why I bought the older me High for so long, I don't recognize the sober me Pourin' out weed, my definition of poetry No Genre the label, recognized globally, ha You're only poppin' if it's locally My hittas tussed up the night With the snub, in case you get it f**ed up tonight But I can't lie, man, I love this life I hold my team down, but we goin' up tonight, the label [Pre-Hook] [Hook 2: London Jae] In the air (put yo hands in the air) In the air (put yo hands in the air) In the air Till you're grabbin' on the clouds In the air (put yo hands in the air) In the air (put yo hands in the air) In the air Till you're grabbin' on the clouds In the air [Verse 3: Lin-Z & B.o.B] [Lin-Z] All the s**y ladies in the house tonight All try to get it right tonight Hands in the air all night tonight Damn, I'm lookin' out of sight tonight, I'm alright tonight By the boss with the squad, we flexin' Two steppin', we reppin', VIP section Young and restless, swag on fleek, givin' lessons Cla** in session [B.o.B] And I'm the professor, so are there any questions? She said come and get this work, I gave her extra credit Only the best get accepted, therefore they extra jealous Used to sneak on campus, battling freshmen Summa cum laude, dorm room shawty Hit a cheerleader with a p**n move shawty And I don't know what loser sound like But I know what good music sound like when it sound like this, b**h [Pre-Hook] [Hook 2] [Outro] (Ok, well) Till you grabbin on the clouds in the air Well, till you grabbin' on the clouds in the air Y'all gon' turn the lights on and be naked