Sangtekst: Flo Rida. Mail on Sundays. Ack Like You Know.

Ain't no need to ask
Why I let them rubberbands fly
Let them rubberbands fly

Ack like you know
Ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know
Ack, ack like you know
Ay my hole squad iced out my nigga so

Trill my nigga so trill
Ack like you know
Ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know
Ack, ack like you know

Why ask a question
That already got an answer
End of discussion
Meet the polar bears
You pandas rubberbands bananzas

When I'm in the lands of 20 grand
You stand up make you understand us
I'm sorry if you ain't got your stacks up
Tell yo click to patch up
That envy to get you patched up

Y'all ain't ready for this
But she ain't think she ready to spit
I ain't just tellin' you shit peep
That thing on my wrist Flo Rida Franchize

I'm like the pizza man
All about cheese for the doors
Raise yo hand mobile ain't local ghetto
Nigga, I ain't posile stuntin' hard