Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

Put my glasses on, I'm out the door
I'm 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

I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes.
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones

Drop-topping, playing our favorite cds Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy Don't stop, make it POP

DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, Imma fight

Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock But the party don't stop

Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of BEER

Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here

And 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

I'm 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 till they kick us out, out

Or the police shut us down, down