Lyrics:
Get up, stand up throw your hands up
I want to rock right now
My name's Vein and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to get
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
(Throw your hands up!)
The game is over. Meet the new Casanova. Like John Edward I make a many men do cross over. NY, Lc you know they cop this! Va,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
Every time I look at you, I lose it
Yeah Eh!
If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
If you ever been
and put your hands up to di ceiling
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay (come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay)
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All
'm flagrant, I'm in lil' baby's ear like, "Where your dude at?"
Just ordered China Blue Flame I'm askin', "Where my food at?" (bitch)
I'ma throw this money
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
my ladies pick one
And I bet you they love me when
I pull up in that Phantom
Yup I pull up in that ghost
No but I ain't Danny Phantom
Uh throw a couple
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it
Throw it back up
When I pull up
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
the air), big boats
Big cars (throw your hands in the air), superstars
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealing with
Throw your hands
. Rosenberg
Now you're livin' life up in the fast lane, Mr. Rosenberg
Always with a bad dame gettin' mad brain, Mr. Rosenberg
Feels like I've been gone for
it up get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
Yeah, OK, OK, hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up, yeah
I
come and meet me bring them bloods and lets do this fuckin shit
rock bottom Yo homie i see my New York people
Come on all my bloods throw your hands in
the fuck up
I'm taking yo black ass back to the office
Keep talking shit
Aight bet
Fuck Mr. Clynch said by a minority
Cause he don't wanna punish
Swizz Beatz, show 'em what they dealin' with
Oh yeah, ah yeah
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Tell 'em what they dealin' with
Throw your hands
pants
And Imma throw dis money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty goooo
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
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