Flo Rida - Ack Like You Know Lyrics
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    Ack Like You Know

    [Chorus]
    Ain't no need to ask why
    I let them rubber bands fly
    I let them rubber bands fly
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey
    My whole squad iced out
    My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey

    [Verse 1]
    Why ask a question that already got an answer?
    End of discussion, meet the polar bears, you pandas
    Rubberband bananza
    When I'm in the land of
    Twenty grand a standard
    Make you understand us
    I'm sorry if you ain't got ya stacks up
    Tell yo click to patch up
    That envy get you patched up
    Dog, y'ain't ready for this
    Machine thang ready to spit
    I ain't just tellin' you shit
    Peat game look at my wrist
    Flo Rida franchise, I'm like the pizza man
    All about cheese, full of dough
    Let me [grease?] ya hands
    [Mobile?] I ain't local
    Ghetto nigga, done wit postal
    Stuntin' hard, that's my focal
    Now my cash goin' coastal

    [Chorus]
    Ain't no need to ask why
    I let them rubber bands fly
    I let them rubber bands fly
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey
    My whole squad iced out
    My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey

    [Verse 2]
    The world don't revolve around me
    That's what the haters say 'til that revolve around me
    Fort Knox, I'm in the spot
    Big knocks, right off the block
    Closed shop, come in that drop
    Hoes flock, givin' me props
    I used to be gross, 'til that income grossed
    Me enough to toast, like I'm on the sitcoms
    Champagne overdose
    East Coast, West Coast
    Came in the game, wit a remote
    Turn on my fame, I got to glow
    A project dude? The new dollar signs
    All this from on the grind
    All this from writing rhymes
    Silver shoe boxes, big faces on my watches
    Seven figures that's the object
    No more [carrying a?] sausage

    [Chorus]
    Ain't no need to ask why
    I let them rubber bands fly
    I let them rubber bands fly
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey
    My whole squad iced out
    My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey

    [Verse 3]
    Flo Rida so abusive to them Ben Franks
    Rubber bands flyin' like the pilot had too many dranks
    Turbulence, she makin' it bounce
    I got the best seat in the house
    Twerking it, I'm losing count
    She workin' for that dollar 'mount
    A privilege just to be a prospector, ballin
    Mo' issues a pistol fallin'
    Official, the shot callin'
    Holdin' it down, settin' it off
    Money to floss, bitch I'm a boss
    Takin a loss, no matter the cost
    Women to toss, I live in a [loft?]
    Carol City, doing big thangs, baby
    Them Dade County streets raised me
    Ever since the early 80's
    APT's, live in the hood
    Triple beams, slangin' that good
    Krispy Kreme, where I stood
    Livin' the dream, just like I should

    [Chorus]
    Ain't no need to ask why
    I let them rubber bands fly
    I let them rubber bands fly
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey
    My whole squad iced out
    My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
    Hey

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