text: Wake up in the morning feelin like P. Diddy 
  Grab my glasses, Im out the door, Im gonna hit this city 
  Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
  Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back
  Im talkin pedicure on our toes, toes
  Tryin on all our clothes, clothes
  Boys blowin up our phones, phones
  Drop-toppin, playin our favorite CDs
  Pullin up to the parties
  Tryna get a little bit tipsy
   Aint got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer
  Aint got no money in my pocket, but Im already here
  And now the dudes are linin up cause they hear we got swagger
  But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
  Im talkin about errbody gettin crunk, crunk
  Boys try to touch my junk, junk
  Gonna smack him if he gettin too drunk, drunk
  Now, now we go until they kick us out, out
  Or the police shut us down, down
  Police shut us down, down
  Po-po shut us down
  Dont stop, dont stop, dont stop, dont stop
  Dont stop, dont stop, dont stop, dont stop
  Dont stop, dont stop, dont stop, dont stop...
  Dont stop, make it pop
  DJ, blow my speakers up
  Tonight, Ima fight
  Till we see the sunlight
  Tick tock on the clock
  But the party dont stop, no
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Dont stop, make it pop
  DJ, blow my speakers up
  Tonight, Ima fight
  Till we see the sunlight
  Tick tock on the clock
  But the party dont stop, no
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Dont stop, make it pop
  DJ, blow my speakers up
  Tonight, Ima fight
  Till we see the sunlight
  Tick tock on the clock
  But the party dont stop, no
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Dont stop, make it pop
  DJ, blow my speakers up
  Tonight, Ima fight
  Till we see the sunlight
  Tick tock on the clock
  But the party dont stop, no
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
  Oh, whoa, whoa, oh