I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You show us everything you've got You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin' You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot You say you wanna go for a spin The

Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Let's show 'em how to live this life Show 'em how to live this life I wanna break you off like right now What a beautiful life Oh shit I'm finally famous And I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' top down How can you blame us? And I'ma need that penthouse

That won't fix it any quicker We don't have to pull the trigger Getting nowhere, tired of fighting Put the gun down, do the right thing Come along, just show some mercy Do you really wanna hurt me? I don't even wanna open this door No, I don't wanna step

What's the name of the game? Does it mean anything to you? Can you feel it the way I do? (I was an impossible case) So I wanna know And you make me feel (doo-doo, doo-doo) And you make me show (doo-doo, doo-doo) What I'm trying to conceal (doo-doo,

I just wanna look good for you, good for you Let me show you how proud I am to be yours Leave this dress a mess on the floor And still look good for you, good for you Make you never wanna leave Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight Do my hair up

So I wanna know What's the name of the game? Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

Stand up in the club, come on, let's go 'Cause I want you to be mine Yeah, I want you to be mine She want me to come, you want me to go And if you wanna fight, let's start a show And I want you to come, I won't let you go So if you wanna dance, let's