Oh, woah, oh, oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight But the party don't stop, no Tick tok, on the clock Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up

Start pumpin' up the party now It's the same old same old It's the same old, same grind But we don't feel we're wasting time Not so bored that we can't find a better way

I was just about to leave It don't seem that late now I thought the party was windin' down Gonna stay now Bring the Tanqueray I'll See how this plays out Until you looked at me But hey now look what I just found Look what I just found

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

I need to hold the corner and then slow whine it One time, yeah Oh-oh-oh-oh Want me to feel like I'm new Want me to watch you do you Don't, girl, you look so nice But you're not nice, you're rude Look what you're putting me through I'd never do this to

Ring-a-ding, ding Let me know if it's a ting Fucking all your Pickering tings She said she wanna come to Toronto She wanna come to the 6 side She know that's the best side She know who to check when she come around She know who to check whenever she

I don't know what you came to do, girl What you came to do tonight But I came to party Ghetto girls (la, la, la) Suburban girls (la, la, la) International girls, you smell me? (la, la, la, la) You're probably thinking to yourself, what's the occasion?

New York, Vegas, to overseas Ain't nothing like rolling with a Georgia peach Don't you know that we're just getting started Ain't nothing really dropping till we get in the party Go head and take your chance, if we're lucky Everybody gon' be right here

Probably make a mil with her Faded, swear to God I'm faded My bitch educated, had her clients pay the payment She don't need a damn thing, my bitch look like Tammy Toe Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half an O It's that life that got no