Ludacris: Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A!) Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A!) Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (A!) (A, A, A, yep!) Let's Go! Ciara: See me in the club Rockin Christian Louboutin I should be in Iraq Shawty, cuz I am the bomb I got a million-dollar house On my earlobe Boy I know you want it But what do you got on it? You know me! (See louis vuittons under my rim) You know me! (Yea we all singers but I'm not quite like them) You know me! (If he's a buster then you won't see me with him) Yea I know you want it But what do you got on it? Cuz I'm high price Better have on a hot pair of nikes Better buy me anything I like Cuz I'm already holdin, holdin High price Better have on a hot pair of nikes Better buy me anything I like Cuz I'm already holdin, holdin Already A- A- A- Already (Holdin) (yep!) A- A- A- A- A- Already (Holdin) I got money I, I, I got (Money) (yep!) Already holdin (Already holdin!) See me in the drop fresh head fresh up out the hair salon Booty look softer than a mcdonalds hamburger bun I got the phantom gold sir on my wrist Please believe im a ten yeah shawty I'm the shit You know me! (See louis vuittons under my rim) You know me! (Yea we all singers but I'm not quite like them) You know me! (If he's a buster then you won't see me with him) Yea I know you want it But what do you got on it? Cuz I'm high price Better have on a hot pair of nikes Better buy me anything I like Cuz I'm already holdin, holdin High price Better have on a hot pair of nikes Better buy me anything I like Cuz I'm already holdin, holdin Already A- A- A- Already (Holdin) (yep!) A- A- A- A- A- Already (Holdin) I got money I, I, I got (Money) (yep!) Already holdin (Already holdin!) Ludacris: Now you can have anything that you want And imma keep throwin ya, throwin ya, throwin ya stacks Do everything that he want Just keep throwin it, throwin it, throwin it back I'm holdin, holdin a hundred grand in my left hand Rocks with the right 285 horses, drop-top porsches Yep I box through the night Floatin' like a butterfly Sting like a bee for my honey pie I'm Southern-Fly Soon as CiCi sees me She sings me a lullaby And other guys can't match up to my bank account And its hard to see How I don't work hard for the money But my money works hard for me (me!) Let's go on a shopping spree to an expensive place Then I lick you up and I lick you down Cuz I love your expensive taste So sweet, Yes bon appetite' I'm a freak, you can see me smilin' Took the money that I got from the verse Flew me and CiCi to the Fiji Islands Wildin' all on the beach All in the sheets, preach! Straight shots of saki I'll speaks for my team No papparazzi you freaks Big plans And you know what they say about a man with big hands And my woman is my number-one fan Hotdamn!