Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partyin to the A.M. You all don't understand Make me throw my hands in the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer
Hey this my jam, you all don't understand I'll make you understand what's pumping in my CD player, player probably all night like yayer yayer Shawty got her hands in the ayer, ayer Make me wanna take you dayer There I go here I go here is my song DJ bring it back come in my zone I get paid for them couple bones The next wop until the early morn I need that crunk when I'm up in the club Even my when my Chevy pull up on them dubs Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug Little mama hot and she might show me love O hot damn Celebrate to the A.M I love it so much it got me saying
Hey, hey I might just start the wave Like I'm at a ball game do my thang Hands up high, I got money in the bank I'm so fly 747 pain Rock it no stop it how I got my name Baby keep popping, you might get the fame Walk the red carpet won't see you the same I get the stunting forget my name Ride with me Ride with me Represent the city vibe with me Make me throw it up ma timid in the club Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder How much to show enough to stare (stare) I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair) Shorty go ahead and get bare (bare) We ain't gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor)
Alright now stop oh, put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up, stick up) it's a stick up, just to the ceiling, man
