I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)

When the girls talk boys When the girls, when the girls talk Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? 'Cause every night you and I find

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

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

Used to not be allowed in the building But now we on the rooftop Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alota shit done change New clothes new cars new things Them same boys that used to be at the bottom Came

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Y'all really can't fuck with us When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) (Fuck with us, what) (Fuck With Us, What) Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man When I hit 'em from the back

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your

I'm gonna do it my way Take a chance before I fall I got nothing to lose at all A chance before I fall! And I'm heading out to the highway On the highway! Hit 'em boys! Well I've said it before, and I'll say it again You get nothing for nothing: expect