Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door

I'm gonna hit t h i s c i t y
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the n i g h t
I ain't coming back
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the p a r t i e s
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the s u n l i g h t
Tick tock, on the clock
But the p a r t y d o n 't s t o p
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh