Rick Ross - Rockin That sh** (Remix) lyrics

[The-Dream: Intro] (DJ Khaled) {Fabolous} Girl, I'm in love with you baby (This the remix!!!) {'ey Dream} And I want you to know {This for the girls rockin that sh** right?} That I'm hooked to your body (Def Jam All Stars!!) {Okay} And I'm tryna be yours {Ice} (Radio k**a!!) [Ludacris] (DJ Khaled) {girl} Now she the definition of fine But I told her that her body looks better with mine, hey! (Radio k**a!!) Now she the definition of fine But I told her that her body looks better with mine {I know what you like baby} [Fabolous - Verse One] I like the way she rock, her hips, then rocks, and dips Told her we can take off like rock-et ships Straight jacket jeans, you look crazy in 'em The way you +Roc'in+ that, I thought they was Jay-Z denim Lemme drop a j**el on ya, put a rock in air Can I call you Nana cause you got that rockin chair It goes back, and forth, then forth, and back When I'm on, Patron, or off, the 'Nac Can't get off, the fact, I'm off, my mack Goldie probably wouldn't but I would trick, off for that And I'm sick wit the money I could cough, a stack I can sneeze, some Gs', so baby let's roll [Hook: The-Dream] She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) There's nothing I can say, she rockin that sh** like... (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) There's nothing I can say, rockin that sh** like... [Juelz Santana - Verse Two] Rockin that sh** like whoa (Whoa) Look how shorty roll (Roll) She rockin that sh** I'm like look at shorty go (Go) She rockin to the beat (Beat) She rockin it for me (Me) And all I can think about is rockin it to sleep (AYYYYYYY!!!!!!!) Her face is like a model body shape is like a bottle Girl I wanna hit that more than I wanna hit the lotto (Yep) She revin me up I got my hand all on my throttle (Yep) I wanna get on top of her, zoom on the Yamaha Hittin corners switchin gears zoomin inside of her And if it taste how it looks, I'm a try to swallow her Call me Mr. shoe shine baby I'm a polish her And I'll leave ya spit clean I don't use no polisher Demolition man tell ya friends I demolish ya Plus I'm that n***a baby I'm a make ya popular So get another shot of that Ciroc in ya cause I'm 'gon be rockin ya Treat ya like the first lady I'll put my Barack in ya [Hook: The-Dream] She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) There's nothing I can say, she rockin that sh** like... (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) There's nothing I can say, rockin that sh** like... [Rick Ross - Verse Three] Fresh as a black president - one Air Force Ones in my Air Force 1 (Obama!) Is it all a dream? (No) Sorry, my reality See me rockin that sh** is complimentin my salary Complimentary ballots, total up the tally Spinnin like it's ballet and I touch the budget barely (BAWSE!) Seen that girl that holla - (AYE!) Told me that she from the (A!) So you know I had to (AYE!) Cla**ify my gains [Hook: The-Dream] She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) There is nothing I can say, she rockin that sh** like... (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) She rockin that sh** like... (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) (The way you rockin that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a...) (*OOOH OOOH OOOH OOOH) There is nothing I can say, rockin that sh** like... [Ludacris - Verse Four] Now let me take you to a place far beyond in a whole 'nother galaxy Travel in your mind explore your s**uality Melt your imagination and mold it into reality Your hearts my art gallery girl Can you feel the pictures that I painted cause all of them are related Like a mother to a son but none of them overrated They know others due to one our destiny is to make it Got to thank you just for sharin your world It's so real and inspirational oh no reason for thinkin I am incapable Of takin on the duty of makin you interchangeable The thought is sensational it's perfect bliss I'm ready to take the Milky Way to your Hershey's Kiss You know my tongue's got batteries in it The bedroom we lose calories in it, and start families in it And don't worry cause the situation is under control So let me dive in your heart and swim around in your soul LUDA!!!!!!!!!! [The-Dream: Outro] Taaaaake me I'm yoooours, shawty As we rock to the left ('EY!) Rock to the right ('EY!) Lend me your body I'mma rock it all night Don't leaaaaave us on this floooooor, shawty The door's to the left and parked on the right Tell my n***aa holla back, tell your girls goodnight The way you rockin that up in this club I swear you gon' make a n***a fall in love The way you rockin that up in this club I swear you gon' make a n***a fall in love, love