verse one: 

Girls on lock 
Make it drop 
Hand On glock 
Party Hard, Never stop 
Haters hate [bad word] talk 
I'm to trash to even walk 
I'm to gone to be found 
Heat rising 40oz 
wrist. ankle. shackle. thighs 
I'll black out till sunrise 
I'll wake up with no regrets 
With eleven girls in my bed 
I'm back up, and going out,  [bad word] my way through the crowd 
Gotta raise my body, count, 
Up and down, 
Scream and shout 
Live it up, 
Party down, 
Whiskey' shots till' i hit the ground 
 [bad word]  

There's a party that's going on 
We'll stay up till' the break of dawn 
Neon Lights! Bacardis in my sight 
I'm feelin' good when the drinks are all gone 

Live it up, Party on 
Drink it down, Till' the [bad word] out 
Live it up, Party on 
Drink it down, Till' the [bad word] out 

Verse 2: 

I'm the center of attention, 
And I'm tiltin 'em back. 
I've got all my favorite boys, Jose, Johnny and Jack. 
We eat nails for breakfast, 
and whiskey for lunch, 
but it's not my kind of party till there's a spike in the punch! 
Take a hit, 
take a sip, 
lose your head, 
let it drip. 
Dubstep, 
move your hips, 
lose your grip, 
move your feet, 
Leave this track on repeat, 
take the party to the streets. 
Another boy, another drink, who cares what people think? 

Bridge:  [bad word] Operation: Get [bad word] up! 

My name must taste so good, 
cause it's always in somebodies mouth. 
At least I know I'm popular, 
cause all my shows sell out. 
From L.A. to New York, 
parading coast to coast. 
All these whores are just notches on my bed post.