It's shit is coming down from the motherfuckin' heavens a new motherfuckin' day Get or lay down Ay yo, turn the up Ay yo, sparklers I wanna see flamethrowers in this This a Will.I.Am Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, And they me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at? Where at? If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run back Put your up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am Now Hit-Boy on a hit boy You turned up and I'mma bring the
When you hear in the club gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) You're turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) When we up in the All on us (turn up bitch) All on us (turn up) All on us (let's rock) See the boys in the They us They watching us (you us) watching us Everybody in the All on us All eyes on us (you us) All on us
I wanna and shout, and let it all out And and shout, and let it out We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" I wanna and shout, and let it all out And and shout, and let it out We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" You are now, now with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
It's rock and roll, Whole world know my shit I go Whole world bang this song it's cold Ah, shit, I think girl ready to go off But she want a photo, so I took a Yeah, I took a picture with a IAm Foto Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a ho But she don't really know shit, so I gotta the ho Hide paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper Money to the ceiling, now I need a You are now, now with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch) Waka Flocka Flame, Lil' Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy,
When you this in the club Just put your up Just put hands up Just put hands up we up in the club
Motherfuckers I put your hands up Turn the up right motherfuckin' now
Oh, it's to party Oh, it's time to Smokin', drinkin', no out YOLO, shout it out We party hard, we it out me, knock him out Crack a smile, the VIP, I'm in the crowd Me and Britney, we wild It's Waka Flame, you my style This little chain 40 thou' All eyes on me, out Pop a bean, the old me Molly's here, we don't fight My buzz big, Lightyear You ain't real, shorty, you stand here Friends, fans and here Outfit real, live with no Turn the club into a pit Spend 20 bands, do a flip Girl, drop it low, that My rocky like A$AP a G mix and I laced that, Flocka!
When you hear in the club gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) You're turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) we up in the club All on us All on us All on us
I scream and shout, and let it all out And and shout, and let it out We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" You are now, now rocking Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Hi! I'm Tunechi, I the girls my room key Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no I pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap I grab life by the horns, and bitch went "beep-beep" I swear right now I feel like 'Pac, all eyes on me And I don't to throw no salt but these niggas small fries to me And my bitch bad like Britney, but I wish I had She me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm good, I'm sippin' These hoes think they classy? Well that's the I'm skippin' Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she ain't I her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William Only God can judge me, case I got more than Drake shows I got this shit on lock, no escape And I'll that bitch scream, and shout, and let it all out I'll put it in her backyard a fuckin' doghouse, Tunechi!
and shout, and let it all out (yeah, yeah) And and shout, and let it out (yeah) We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" I scream and shout, and let it all out And and shout, and let it out We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh" You are now, now rocking Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
go, this is the remix This is a super man remix is the remix This is a black man remix is a super black man remix And call me Diddy bitch Scream and And turn them all out