Artist: Flo Rida f/ Birdman Album: Mail On Sunday Song: Priceless Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Right about now, yeah (so fresh) So fresh... whattup Flo? [Chorus: Flo Rida] I pulled up to the club on dubs They say look at them go, look at them go And raised up with some girls tryin to cut Three times in a row, times in a row Cause I spent twenty on my tires, thirty to be icey But me bein fly that's priceless And I gave forty to my side chick, fifty to the wifey But me bein fly that's priceless, baby that's priceless [Flo Rida] I'm straight up out the projects, hustlin that's the object If ye ain't talkin cash then you better switch the topic Bitch nigga stop it, gon; ahead and cop it Money in the bag, call it takin out the garbage I know them boys snitchin cause they're scared of first degree But you can tell them F-E-D's I'm in V.I.P. With four mill' chedder yeah he keep Florida Keys/ki's The window to the wall they supply you what you need Got no wife but the wife be my girlfriend My girlfriend girlfriend lookin for a girlfriend Nick name tailspin, leave you in a whirlwind One hit away, now they askin where the world went? [Chorus] [Flo Rida] I'm so fly, not to mention that I'm priceless Ye ain't never seen heard or felt nothin like this Thousand dollar jeans, Air Force Two Nikes Whylin in the club, give a fuck about indictments 'Scuse me bartender but the drinks are on me Two magnums in my hand, one for creeps, one for fraeks Too much legal tender so it's rainin bubbly My ice the same color what Kelis hair used to be HOLLLLLD UP~! Wait a min-ute Popeye niggaz ain't even they spinach I made to make dollars so it have to make sense/cents I'm pourin out liquor for my dead presidents All of 'em dead, all of 'em die Toetag money, see it fallin out the sky Bitch if I ain't priceless then bury me alive My pockets like caskets, death live inside [Chorus] [Birdman] Sheeeit, alligator with the suede Fifty on the carpet, all yellow hard eggs Scarface white leather Purple cush green all red shinin any weather Customized Jeep Fo' a high priced life nigga get it 'til you can't no mo' Shop 'til you can't no mo', ten on some new shoes Fifty on that boy, hundred on some new jewels And give a fuck about the price Precious little tight blew hard on the mic She'll get your whole life homey For a stack, do you somethin right homey [Chorus]