It's like shit is coming down from the heavens It's a new day Get down or lay Ay yo, the fuck up Ay yo, sparklers I wanna see flamethrowers in this a Will.I.Am joint Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, And they call me bitch
Where 1 Oak at? Where at? If you at Greystone your drink on, tell '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 turned up and bring the action
you hear this in the club You're gonna it up (turn up bitch) You're turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) You're turn-turn 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 watching us They watching us (you us) watching 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 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)
rock and roll, roll Whole world my shit everywhere I go Whole world bang this song 'cause it's Ah, shit, I think that ready to go off But she want a photo, so I took a 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 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 put your hands up Just put your up Just put your up When we up in the
I said put your hands up Turn the fuck up right now
Oh, time to party Oh, time to party Smokin', drinkin', no out YOLO, shout 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 It's Waka Flame, you know my little chain like 40 thou' All eyes on me, out Pop a bean, the old me here, we don't fight fair My big, like Lightyear You real, shorty, you can't stand here Friends, fans and family Outfit real, live with no Turn the into a mosh pit 20 bands, do a back flip Girl, drop it low, shake My wrists like A$AP This a G mix and I that, Flocka!
When you hear in the club You're turn-turn 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 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 give the girls my key Money can't buy you love, so I pay for no pussy I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' me cheap I grab life by the horns, and that bitch "beep-beep" I swear right now I feel like 'Pac, all eyes on me And I mean to throw no salt but these niggas small fries to me And my bitch bad like Britney, but I I had Britney She me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory And I'm good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin' These hoes think they classy? Well that's the class I'm Got a party in my bedroom, that's a she ain't missin' I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him Only God can judge me, closed I got hoes than Drake shows I got shit on lock, no escape doors 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 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)
go, this is the remix This is a super man remix This is the This is a super man remix This is a super black man And they me Diddy bitch and shout And them all out yeah