It's like shit is coming down from the motherfuckin' a new motherfuckin' day Get down or lay Ay yo, the fuck up Ay yo, sparklers I wanna see flamethrowers in motherfucker a Will.I.Am joint Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, And they me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at? Where at? If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, 'em to run this back Put your hands up in the air, got the call 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 turn-turn 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 (turn up bitch) All on us (turn up) All on us (let's rock) See the boys in the They us watching us (you watching us) They us Everybody in the All on us All eyes on us (you 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" 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 rocking Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
It's rock and roll, Whole world my shit everywhere I go Whole world bang this song 'cause cold Ah, shit, I think that girl to go off But she a photo, so I took a photo Yeah, I took a picture a IAm Foto Sosho Yeah, you got a chick, but I got a colder 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
you hear this in the club Just put your up Just put your up Just put hands up When we up in the
Motherfuckers I said put hands up Turn the up right motherfuckin' now
Oh, it's time to Oh, it's to party Smokin', drinkin', no out YOLO, I'mma it out We hard, we yell it out me, knock him out Crack a smile, the VIP, I'm in the crowd Me and Britney, we actin' Waka Flame, you know 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 big, like Lightyear You ain't real, shorty, you can't here Friends, fans and family real, live with no fear Turn the into a mosh pit Spend 20 bands, do a back Girl, drop it low, shake My wrists rocky A$AP a G mix and I laced that, Flocka!
When you this in the club You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) You're turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) When we up in the 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 give the girls my key can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy I don't pay haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap I grab life by the horns, and that bitch "beep-beep" I swear right now I feel 'Pac, 'cause all eyes on me And I don't mean to throw no salt but these niggas fries to me And my bitch bad Britney, but I wish I had Britney She me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory And I'm feelin' good, I'm good, I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin' These hoes they classy? Well that's the class 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, closed I got more hoes Drake shows I got this shit on lock, no escape And I'll that bitch scream, and shout, and let it all out put it in her backyard 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 with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Let's go, is the remix is a super black man remix This is the This is a super black man This is a super black man And they call me bitch Scream and And turn all out yeah