By the midnight hour Lay it down, lay it down Lookin' 'round for a feelin' I love the rhythm and blues The place was rockin' and reelin' I thought I'd shake me loose The band was pumpin' Motown Lord how they could play The girls a-started singing

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

You remind me of my jeep, I want to ride it Something like my sound, I want to pump it Girl you look just like my cars, I want to wax it And something like my bank account I want to spend it, baby I want to roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it Is all I

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!) Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang Spend ten racks on a new chain My bitch love do cocaine, ooh I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring Rather go and buy Balmains

Who let the frog out? (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) *Music Plays* Well the party was nice, the party was pumpin' (Yippy Aye Oh!) With everybody having a ball (Yippy Aye Oh!) But I think I hear the Crazy Frog jumpin' (Yippy Aye Oh!) Up and Down and all on the

Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me I hate you for every time you ever bled for me I hate you for the way

Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) Dropped out, for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow)

He like that bang, bang, bang He like that love, love, love I'm like that drug, drug, drug Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it I be that girl with the pumps and a bump He like

Designer on my drip (what?) Designer on my drip You can't tell me shit I got a hunnid on my wrist You can't tell me shit I got a hunnid on my wrist (brr) You can't tell me shit I got designer on my drip You can't tell me shit I got designer on my drip