I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex Take 'em out like Hardy, we like to break necks On a island, we party straight off the private jet 'Cause I got blue strips, I just make checks Pop like a trunk, nigga, 'cause we up now (we up) You think

Like a slumber party Hanging from the ceiling low Put on our music that makes us go fuckin' crazy, go We use our bodies to make our own videos No, n-no, no, you and I, I, I We ain't gonna sleep tonight Go crazy, go We got them candles hanging We ain't

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Get it hot, get it hot Come on baby, get it hot Going out on the town Just a me and you Gonna have ourselves a party Just like we use to do Nobody's playing Manilow Nobody's playing soul

Work hard, play hard We work hard, play hard Keep partyin' like it's your job We makin' it ‘cause we make it move The only thing we know how to do Said it's the only thing we know how to do Hey, said a hustler's work is never through Got a gang of cash

A backyard party We're just having a backyard party I feel like yeah Everyone's happy Finally it's the weekend All the hard work's behind me, yeah And I just invited all my friends I'm bout to throw something on the grill And get together and play some

Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up Kiss, kiss and make up Tired of hearing sorry I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I Touch me like you touch nobody Put your hands all up on me How about we leave this party? 'Cause all I want is you up on me Feel like we about

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

This solo, solo, everybody This solo, everybody I wanna f-woop, woop woop, but I'm broken hearted T-t-touch but I got nobody So I do it solo I do it solo Cr-cr-cry but I like to party Cr-cr-cry since the day we parted Since you been gone

That you wear to bed while the ceiling fan turns To the rhythm that were spinning bare feet on the floor In the living room light got me begging for more Of that party girl strutting down the hall like a beauty queen long legs and all Got me melting in