wake up in the morning feeling like p diddy
(hey, what up girl?)
grab my glasses, im out the door -
im gonna hit this city (lets go)
before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of jack
cause when i leave for the night, i aint coming back
im talkin' bout - pedicures on our toes, toes
trying on all our clothes, clothes
boys blowing up our phones, phones
drop-topping, playing our favorite cd's
pulling up to the parties
trying to get a little bit tipsy
dont stop, make it pop
dj, blow my speakers up
tonight, imma fight
til we see the sunlight
tick tock, on the clock
but the party dont stop no
woah-oh oh oh 
aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
aint got no money in my pocket, but im already here
now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
but we kick em to the curb unless they look like mick jagger
im talkin' bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk
boys tryna touch my junk, junk
gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
now, now - we