All my real party people
Stand on them couches right now
Put your bottles up
Busta Rhymes, Big Ali New York City, R-Wan
Sparklers in the air
Watch out, ma, you're in the danger zone
Just gimme the ass or leave me alone
Just do what I ask or you could go home
Shorty gettin' fast with me, I get nasty and groan
She with everything she love now I keep it good
Lickin' her mac lip gloss smellin' like cocoa butter
We in the corner where we start like we call the cheddar
Mamma thirsty and she wants me to put it on her
It surely started on my own
She acting like I'm moving like she's takin' me home
Baby got horny on me once she saw my cologne
Now she wild up on me and she tryna sip a form of Patrón
You sip on my Ciroc while I'm all in my zone
Shorty bangin' lookin' like a young Nina Simone
I check it, see ma know how to act for me
Let me open it up and blow out your back
Testing
Testing
Testing
Testing
Testing
Testing
Testing
Testing
Put them bottles up
Put them bottles up, up, up
What's up girl, let's get blown
After the club, I take you home
But for now, here's some Patrón, Avión, Duce it's on
Shots, shots, shots, straight too damn it's on
Let's get naked, let's get wasted
No ice, that's for watches, chains, bracelets
Bottles 'o Ace, so many spades in the place
They callin' me Pokerface
Light up the place just like the sun in your face
You gon' need a pair of shades
Block all the glare, fuclk man is high off the air
Just to be perfectly clear, we raise the bottle, we buy it, buy it
Bottles up, let's start a riot, dig deep
Put them bottles up