"Pound The Alarm"

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down

Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza (whoa)
Giuseppe Zannotti my own sneaker
 [bad word]  y that's all I do
If you need a bad [bad word] 
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'm a turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad [bad word]  no muzzle, what?
Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad [bad word]  no muzzle, let's go.

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!

I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like [bad word] get me, baby, we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby, we won't do it for life, life

Oh-ohh

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!