Is like shit is coming down from the motherfucker haven's Is a new motherfucking day Get down and lay down Are you turn the fuck up Are you fuck sparkless? I wanna see flame toes in this motherfucker
This is Will.I.am joint Hit Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy And they call me Diddy, bitch
We won no .... We're ....... If you act like gray stone ..... Give you drink Tell'em to run his back
Put your hands up in the air Got the car from Will.I.am Now is Hit Boy You know Hit Boy You turn up (Bring the action!)
[припев] When you hear this in the club You're gonna turn turn it up (turn up bitch) All eyes on us
See the boys in the club They're watching us
Everybody in the club All eyes on us
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out And scream and shout, and let it out We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh You are now Will.I.am and Birtney, bitch
It's rock and roll, roll Whole world know my shit everywhere I go Whole world bang this song 'cause it's cold Ah, shit, I think that girl ready to go off But she want a photo (yeah) so I took a photo (clap!) Yeah, I took a picture with an IM photo social Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder She don't really know shit, so I gotta show her Hide your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper You are now, now rockin' with Will.I.Am and Britney, bitch Wack Flocka Flame, Lil' Wayne, Hit Boy, Diddy, bitch
Motherfuckers I said put your hands up turn the fuck up, right mothefuckers! And now Oh, it's time to party Oh, it's time to party Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out YOLO, I'mma shout it out We party hard, we yell it out Disrespect me, knock him out Crack a smile, Pacquiao Fuck the VIP, I'm in the crowd Me and Britney, we actin' wild It's Waka Flame, you know my style This little chain like 40 thou All eyes on me, look out Pop a beam, that's the old me Molly's here, we don't fight fair My buzz big, like Lightyear
Get a grip, shorty, you can't stand here Friends, fans and family here Outfit real, live with no fear Turn the club into a mosh pit Spend 20 bands, do a back flip Girl, drop it low, shake that My wrists rocky like ASAP This a G mix and I laced that
Припев [1 раз]
Hi! I'm Tunechi I give the girls my room key Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy I don't pay these haters no mind don't fuckin' call me cheap I grab life by the horns, and that bitch went "beep-beep" I swear right now I feel like 'Pac 'cause all eyes on me And I don't mean to throw no Sour D's, lookin' small fries to me And my bitch bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney She remind 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 sippin' These hoes think they classy? Well that's the class I'm skippin' Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she ain't missin' I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William Only God can judge me, case closed I've got my hoes at Drake shows I got this shit on lock, No escapin' those and I'll make that bitch Scream, and shout, and let it all out I'll put it in her backyard like a fuckin' doghouse - Tunechi!
[припев] Let's go This is the remix This is a super black man remix This is the remix This is a super black man remix This is a super black man remix Yeah! And they call me Diddy, bitch Yeah! Scream and shout, and turn'em all out! Yeah!