In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer
[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
Hey Heyy I might just start the wave
Like I'm at a ball game do my thang
Hands up high I got money in tha bank
I'm so fly 747 pain
Rock it no stop it how I got my name
Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame
Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same
I get tha stuntin forget my name
Start with me
Ride with me
Represent tha city vibe with me
Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club
Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder
How much to show enough to stare(stare)
I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair)
Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare)
We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor)
[[Chorus] Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer
(Will.I.Am)
Alright now stop oooo put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up stick up) it's a stick up just to tha ceilin man

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