Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit the city
Before I leave, [bad word] my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I [bad word] back
I'm talking pedicure on our toes
Trying on all our clothes
Boys blowing up our 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, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh

DJ, 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