I can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

Na na na na na na (Uh huh uh huh) Let's do this I turn it on I crank it up I'll wear it out I'll bring the roof in this house down I know just what you came here for And I want to hear you scream and more

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,

You stay on my mind One thing at a time It takes some finesse I seen you finesse He can't know finesse Yeah, turn everything up Yeah, oh yeah Turn everything up a little more I want my baby to have your eyes

You want me I want you Let's go someplace just us two You touch me I'll touch you Undress me and I'll turn you Upside down and spin you round and round And make you mone So why don't you come be my lady? If you would come be my lady I'll take you where

These words, you will be mine These words, you will be mine, all the time I don't know why you're mean to me When I call on the telephone And I don't know what you mean to me But I want to turn you on Turn you up, figure you out I want to take you on

I still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect

I'm callin' all my girls We're gonna turn this party out I know you want my body Tonight I'll be your naughty girl I'm Callin' all my girls I see you look me up and down And I came to party I love to love you baby (I love to love you baby) Tonight I'll

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the

She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there