Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Shorty 
It's you're birthday
We gonna party like 
It's you're birthday
 [bad word] (x2): 50 Cent]
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of Bub
Momma got what you need
you need to feel buzzed
I'm into having  I ain't into making love [bad word] give me a hug
If you're into getting rough

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama In Da Club
Now that I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love
And Homie ain't nothing changed
Rolls down, G's up
Then we suck her [bad word] while pumping gogo gogogogo
I see Xzbit in the cut, Hey Man If you watch how I move you mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp
In Da Hood, In L.A., They saying 50 you hot
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But, Holla, in New York, for sure, they tell you I'm loco
When the plan is to put the rap game on a choke hold
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a meal out the deal and I'm still on the grind
And shorty said she feelin' my stash, she feeling my flow
Her girlbiiiitch [bad word] to get by and they ready to go
 [bad word] (x2): 50 Cent]
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of Bub
Momma got what you need
you need to feel buzzed
I'm into having  I ain't into making love [bad word] give me a hug
If you're into getting rough

[Bridge 1: 50 Cent]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homie aint done up and i aint changed

[Beyonce:]
No Shorty, it's Beyoncé,
We gon' party like it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you look y!

[Verse 2: Beyonce]
I'm the chick with the hottish, manolo blahnik,
Jimmy choo kicks, killin' it, who you with?
Me my girls at the party with the diamond zinati's 
I'm that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.
I'm that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabulous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
 [bad word] (x2): Beyonce]
You'll find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I got what you need you's a y little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love, [bad word] give me a hug, ya y little thug.

[Bridge 2: Beyonce]
My nails, my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed.

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
You should love it, way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad, I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood now you trying to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumping In Da Club it's on
I wink my eye at you chicks
If she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking about money homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told 'cause go 'head switch the style up
And if they hate then let them hate and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
C'mon, they know where we be Whew!!

[Bridge 1: 50 Cent]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homie aint done up and i aint changed

[verse 4: Beyonce]
I'm that girl wearing Chanel pearls,
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Banks and Biddle's
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair sheek, smells sweet, like flow to flow?
I'm the lady sippi