text: Wake up in the morning feelin like P. Diddy
  Grab my glasses, I’m 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 ain’t 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
  Don’t stop, make it pop
  DJ, blow my speakers up
  Tonight, Imma fight
  Til we see the sunlight
  Tik Tok on the clock
  But the party don’t stop, no
  Woah-oh oh oh
  Woah-oh oh oh
  Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
  Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but Im already here
  Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
  But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
  Im talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
  Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
  Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
  Now, now - we goin til they kick us out, out
  Or the police shut us down, down
  Police shut us down, down
  Po-po shut us
  DJ, you build me up
  You break me down
  My heart, it pounds
  Yeah, you got me
  With my hands up
  You got me now
  You gotta that sound
  Yea, you got me
  DJ, you build me up
  You break me down
  My heart, it pounds
  Yeah, you got me
  With my hands up
  Get your hands up
  Put your hands up
  No, the party dont start til I walk in