It's like is coming down from the motherfuckin' heavens It's a new day Get down or lay Ay yo, the fuck up Ay yo, fuck I wanna see in this motherfucker a Will.I.Am joint Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, And call me Diddy bitch
1 Oak at? Where Darby at? If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this Put hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am Now it's 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) You're turn-turn it up (turn up bitch) gonna turn-turn 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 us (you watching us) watching 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 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)
It's and roll, roll Whole know my shit everywhere I go Whole world bang this song 'cause it's Ah, shit, I that girl ready to go off But she want a photo, so I 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 need a You are now, now with Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch) Waka Flocka Flame, Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear in the club Just put your up put your hands up Just put hands up When we up in the
Motherfuckers I said put your up Turn the fuck up right now
Oh, it's time to Oh, time to party 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 actin' 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, and family here real, live with no fear Turn the club into a pit Spend 20 bands, do a back Girl, it low, shake that My wrists rocky A$AP This a G mix and I 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 gonna 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 don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me I grab life by the horns, and bitch went "beep-beep" I swear right now I feel 'Pac, 'cause all eyes on me And I don't mean to throw no salt but 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 feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm hoes think they classy? Well 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 kept him William Only God can judge me, case I got hoes than Drake shows I got shit on lock, no escape doors And I'll make that 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 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)
Let's go, this is the is a super black man remix This is the is a super black man remix This is a super black man And they call me bitch Scream and And turn them all out