Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Keep it movin' bounce (repeat)
Once again nothin' jumpin' up in your place
Sick of your berry buzzin' all in my face
Way too much to tolerate
Time to roll, y'all know I gots to migrate
Speed dial connecting me to Rae Rae “hey”
Click in Shawnte and Mae Mae “hey”
“Treat it as a holiday” cause he's a wrap
Y'all know I gots to migrate
So I'm on my way home
Cause my jeans, yeah they fit but it might benefit
Me to throw somethin' on
To feature my hips accentuate my tits
And steal the show
Soon as we walk through the door
Fellas be grabbin' at us like “yo”
Tryin' to get us goin' off that patrón
We sippin' grigio, slow
If your neck and your wrist coordinate
Hair braided or faded ok…
We can move this back to my place
It's time to migrate
From my car into the club, we migrate
From the bar to VIP, we migrate
From the party to the after party, migrate
After party to hotel, migrate
As we proceed getting buzzed the envious ones
Hatin' but they can't take their eyes off us
But we don't see none of that
They playin' my jam and the floor is packed
So y'all need to migrate up out the door
We're clickin' glasses compliments of the club
We raise their status so you know they show us love
Everywhere we go they gon' flock
Them boys migrate to where it's hot
Soon as we walk through the door
Fellas be grabbin' at us like “yo”
Tryin' to get us goin' off that patrón
We sippin' grigio, slow
If you're inked up thuggin' that swag I like
Face body and Lamborghini outside
Obviously boy you qualify
Otherwise migrate, bye
From my car into the club, we migrate
From the bar to VIP, we migrate
From the party to the after party, migrate
After party to hotel, migrate
T-Pain:
This is where it begins and ends at the very same time
Teddy Pain the main man of the hour
Got a flow that'll deflect yo tire
Got stacks plus I'm back with Mariah
We stay down like four flats on a Cadillac
Packed to the back with full phat girls
If you feel like doin' a dance
I'm gonna pull up my pants
Come on back, girl
But I gotta migrate to bar
From the bar to the floor
From the floor to the car
From the car to the crib
Then back to the club
We can migrate in
And mini coupe sittin on dubs
Whatcha waitin' on,
I can't stand in one place
I'm on that Platinum Patron
And I hate when I don't get it my way
So don't wait for me to buy drinks or you gon' dehydrate
It's time to migrate
Soon as I walk through the door
They know I'm from the 8-5-0
I need three bottles of that Patron
I can make the Chevrolet grease up slow
If your ass and your titties coordinate
Shawty, shawty, look it ain't OK
We can move this back to my place
Shawty best believe, it's time to migrate
Soon as we walk through the door
Fellas be grabbin' at us like “yo”
Tryin' to get us goin' off the patrón… Slow
We sippin grigio, slow
If you're inked up thuggin' that swag I like
Face body and Lamborghini outside
Obviously boy you qualify
Otherwise migrate… Bye
Keep it movin' bounce
Written by M. Carey, N. Hills, B. Muhammad, T-Pain.
Produced by Nate “Danja” Hills and Mariah Carey.
