It's like shit is coming from the motherfuckin' heavens It's a new day Get or lay down Ay yo, the fuck up Ay yo, fuck I see flamethrowers in this motherfucker a Will.I.Am joint Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, And they call me Diddy
Where 1 Oak at? Darby at? If you at Greystone your drink on, tell 'em to run this back Put hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am Now Hit-Boy on a hit boy You up and I'mma bring the action
you hear this in the club You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) gonna 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 watching us They watching us (you us) They us Everybody in the All on us All on us (you watching 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 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 with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
rock and roll, 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 Sosho Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a ho But she don't really know shit, so I gotta the ho your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper Money to the ceiling, now I a skyscraper You are now, now with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch) Waka Flocka Flame, Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the Just put your up Just put hands up Just put hands up When we up in the
I said put your hands up Turn the fuck up motherfuckin' now
Oh, it's to party Oh, time to party Smokin', drinkin', no out YOLO, I'mma it out We party hard, we it out Disrespect me, him out a smile, Pacquiao Fuck the VIP, I'm in the Me and Britney, we wild Waka Flame, you know my style This little like 40 thou' All on me, thugged out Pop a bean, the old me Molly's here, we don't fight My buzz big, like You ain't real, shorty, you can't here Friends, fans and here Outfit real, live with no the club into a mosh pit Spend 20 bands, do a flip Girl, drop it low, that My wrists rocky like a G mix and I laced that, Flocka!
When you this in the club You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) we up in the club All on us All on 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" You are now, now with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Hi! I'm Tunechi, I the girls my room key can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy I pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap I grab life by the horns, and bitch went "beep-beep" I right now I feel like 'Pac, 'cause all eyes on me And I don't to throw no salt but these niggas small fries to me And my bitch bad Britney, but I wish I had Britney She remind me of my jeep, but I got a bad And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm These hoes think they classy? that's the class I'm skippin' Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she missin' I brought her by Will.i.am, but she callin' him William God can judge me, case closed I got more hoes Drake shows I got this shit on lock, no escape And I'll make that scream, and shout, and let it all out I'll put it in her like 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 black man remix This is the is a super black man remix This is a super man remix And call me Diddy bitch Scream and And turn them all out