[Chorus: x2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Y'all don't understand, make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer

Hey it's my jam
Y'all don't understand
I'll make you understand
What's pumpin' in my CD player (player)
Party all night like yayer (yayer)
Shawty got a hand in the ayer (ayer)
Make me want to take it dayer
Then 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
Lil' mama hot and she might show me love
Oh hot damn celebrate to the A.M
I love it so much it got me sayin'

[Chorus: x2]

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 poppin' you might get the fame
Walk the red carpet wont see you the same
I get the stuntin' forget my name start 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 its really unfair (unfair)
Shorty go ahead and get bare (bare)
We ain't gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor)

[Chorus: x2]

Alright now stop oh put your hands in the ayer its a stick (a stick up stick up)
It's a stick up just to the ceilin' man

[Chorus]

Writer : DILLARD, TRAMAR / BUTLER, TONY / ADAMS, WILL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG SAPPHIRE SONGS , BMG SAPHIRE SONGS OBO WILL.I.AM. MUSIC INC.