Artist: Timbaland (Feat Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Missy Elliott)
Album: –
Year: 2013
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[Intro]
One, two, one two
I said one, two, one two
Everybody hands up in the air
One, two, one two
Let me see your drinks up in the air
One, two, one two
One, two, one two
[Verse 1 – Timbaland]
It’s the modern day Tony Stark
Biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark
Money, money, money, money don’t make the man
Man make the money with the biggest master plan
I got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nuts
Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up
Peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my gang boy
When it’s all said and done, I’m hall of fame boy
I’m riding, riding, riding, riding in the new Ghost
With my business partner, nah not white but french folks
Call me, call me, call me, call me Tim The Party Man
Be in the clubs and radio all on one command
Now show your hands
[Chorus – T-Pain]
Okay, let’s get it jumping
Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?
The tweeters tweaking
Man I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ’em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I’m about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ’em up and down
Ooohhhh
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I heard somebody said he wasn’t dead yet
They should’ve never said that
Young Tunechi got the game down, Pat Sajak
Even though I’m paid in full, all I want is payback
Man fuck these niggas, pause
I sprinkle kill the world and fuck ’em all in my cigars
I make them motherfuckers bow down, no applause
And all of my goons wired up like broken jaws
I rep that motherfucking red flag, put you in a dead bag
I get bread, you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
And my letters is YM, shout out Stunna and Slim
I’m fucking with Tim and my girl, I’m fucking her friend
Tunechi
[Chorus – T-Pain]
Okay, let’s get it jumping
Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?
The tweeters tweaking
Man I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ’em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I’m about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ’em up and down
Ooohhhh
[Verse 3 – Missy Elliott]
Uh, it go country bitch from Virginia
See the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor ’bout to enter
Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic, front and center
Say I’m too old to rap, I’ll be rapping till I wear dentures
Yeah, hello haters
You mad? Pick your chin up
What did I say about running your mouth? You better respect your mentors
I’m so relentless, flow colder than the winters
I’m pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up, I drink my gin up
I’m on the mic, I’m back with Tim
We looking good like working out up in the gym
Ain’t nobody wanna see us, competition? We don’t see ’em
Ain’t nothing change, we ahead of the game, above the rim
This how we do
[Chorus – T-Pain]
Okay, let’s get it jumping
Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?
The tweeters tweaking
Man I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ’em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I’m about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ’em up and down
Ooohhhh
[Outro]
One, two, one two
I said one, two, one two
Everybody hands up in the air
One, two, one two
Let me see your drinks up in the air
One, two, one two
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