text: Wake up in the mornin feelin like P-Diddy 
  Grab ma glasses Im out the door Im gonna hit the city 
  Before I leave brush ma teeth with a bottle of Jack
  Cause when I leave for the night I aint coming back
  Im taking pedicure on our toes toes
  Trying on all our clothe’s clothe’s
  Boys blowing up our phones phones
  Drop top and playing our favorite CDs
  Goin up to the parties
  Tryna get a little bit tipsy
  Dont 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 dont stop no
  Woah-oh oh oh
  Woah-oh oh oh
  Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
  Aint 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 bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk
  Boys tryna 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 - -man
  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 got that sound
  Yeah, you got me
  You build me up
  You break me down
  My heart, it pounds
  Yeah, you got me
  With my hands up
  Put your hands up
  Put your hands up
  Now, the party dont start till I walk in