"Don't Know How To Act" lyrics

[Yung Joc:]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

I'm in the club
Kush got it burning up
I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture
I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

All my niggas getting money
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Dirty goons and we stuntin'
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Got a whole lotta O
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Yeah, my pockets on swoll
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act

[Flo Rida:]
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
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 rubber bands, 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'

[Yung Joc:]
I'm in the club
Kush got it burning up
I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture
I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

All my niggas getting money
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Dirty goons and we stunting
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Got a whole lotta O
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Yeah, my pockets on swoll
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act

[Flo Rida:]
Hey, 20 bottles or better
I'm comin' in the club and I'm standin' on ya on the tootsie leather
I gotta be fly like 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 sofa open up on the Oprah Winfrey show
It's no pressure
My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollars come with propellers
Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin' paper is pleasure
Homie don't you f'n with heffers 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 a rave!

[Yung Joc:]
I'm in the club
Kush got it burning up
I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture
I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture

All my niggas getting money
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Dirty goons and we stunting
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Got a whole lotta O
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Yeah, my pockets on swoll
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 burning up
I'm poppin' bottles and I'm fucking up their furniture
I'm in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture