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
