Looks like tonight, I'll be drinking alone Fuck everyone else, I'mma party by myself. Do this shit all night, I don't need nobody else By myself, by myself, by myself, by myself Fuck everyone else, I'mma party by myself Let's get weird Blowing up my cell

No driving, no sleeping Live it up like it's the weekend When the D.J. play the right song Say you wanna party lets party alright Gonna drink, gonna party all night long I, party all day, party all night The drinks is on me The bitches, the hotel, The

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

Tryna do things the right way, baby You're mine for now Tryna do things the right way Right way, the right way, the right way Tryna do things the right way, baby, baby Until I get you mad somehow 'Til I start cussin' in the house Until you start rackin',

And work it low Express yourself, release the glow, attack the floor Spread your legs and arch your back And they mad cause I’m hot and they wish they was They be hating on my name but my beats they love Go up and down and make it clap Spread your legs

Baby I'm a troublemaker, I heard that you're a heartbreaker Posted up in the club, just swagging doing my thang Popping bottles with models and just watching them drank Partying so hard, the ladies don't want it to end Baby I'm a troublemaker They looked

All around the world same song All all around the world same song I came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on Eat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song That I'm singing dinga linging funky beats ringing Everybody's swinging in the

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 got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in