Released on April 21, 2009

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[Intro: Rick Ross]

Time is money (Moolah), mine is funny (Yes)

Trust me, she lyin' if she denyin' she love me (Deny)

Make up ya mind, you been on and off (Ross)

Platinum PatrĂ³n, come take shots with a boss

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Rick Ross]

If you came to get the party started, girl

Just say (La-la-la, la-la), yeah, ayy

I wanna put my hands all over your body, girl

Come this way (Na-na-na, na-na) yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy

What you gon' do

If I touch you, if I put my lips on you?

If we took you back to the crib, just me and you?

All night I wanna play, just say (Na-na-na, na-na)

Just take off your coat and just lay back

All you gotta do is just lay back

Would you do this for me baby? Just lay back, lay back (Ross)

Na-na-na, na-na


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Girl, I'm bright as a bezel and you sexy as ever

Shorty, what's on your brain? 'Cause whatever is clever

Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar

Ditch that black cloud, you deserve wonderful weather

Run a few errands, summers in Paris

Never shoppin' from clearance, don't make me embarrassed

She never a bird, but baby my parrot

Her flavor superb, I pay her with karats

My house is her home, I made her a palette

Maybe bein' too modest, my shit more like a palace

Follow the waterfalls as it makes you wetter

Shawty brace yourself, it's only gettin' better

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Rick Ross]

If you came to get the party started, girl

Just say (La-la-la, la-la), yeah, ayy

I wanna put my hands all over your body, girl

Come this way (Na-na-na, na-na) yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy

What you gon' do

If I touch you, if I put my lips on you?

If we took you back to the crib, just me and you?

All night I wanna play, just say (Na-na-na, na-na)

Just take off your coat and just lay back (Boss)

All you gotta do is just lay back (Boss)

Would you do this for me baby? Just lay back, lay back (Okay, okay)

Na-na-na, na-na


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

See shawty laid back, so we laid up

When I fade to black, we always made up

This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of

Look what I made, bruh, don't owe no favors

F700, first one to get it

My car's a virgin, first one to hit it

Hit the rim shop, then I'm to the hood

Stop by her mama house, that's if I'm feelin' good

Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip

I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP

We spendin' money, I'm talkin' slick

I hope she ride me, I'm talkin' stick

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Rick Ross]

If you came to get the party started, girl

Just say (La-la-la, la-la), yeah, ayy

I wanna put my hands all over your body, girl

Come this way (Na-na-na, na-na) yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy

What you gon' do

If I touch you, if I put my lips on you?

If we took you back to the crib, just me and you?

All night I wanna play, just say (Na-na-na, na-na)

Just take off your coat and just lay back (Boss)

All you gotta do is just lay back (Boss)

Would you do this for me baby? Just lay back, lay back (Okay, okay)

Na-na-na, na-na


[Post-Chorus: Rick Ross]

I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight

Man ain't treatin' you right, his bank account empty inside

Shawty, you need a plus, you need a rush

No need to lie, baby, you need to fuck


[Outro: Robin Thicke]

You came to get it started, girl

Put my hands all over you, girl

I touch you, put my lips on you, girl

Na-na-na, na-na