Lyrics

If you the hater, Then see you later Then you have no business in this area, We're spending papers, But don't judge your girl She came with the fame And tell it your friend of your friend Let's get it in Better make the way, better make the stomp Put platinum on her, ring the alarm 'Cause I'm a boss International flavor, we're taking off!! So, let's get rowdy!! Hey, let's get rowdy!! I missed the Yalla habibi in this party! So, let's get rowdy!! Hey, let's get rowdy!! I missed the mash-up with girls in this party So we get rowdy, and we get drunk And tell the DJ go and turn the shit up So, we get rowdy, and we get drunk, And tell the DJ go and turn the shit up! Bag up, gon' turn up Bag piss, gon' turn up Sexy chick, gon' turn up I'mma bad bitch, gon' turn up Bottle poppin', gon' turn up Millionaire, gon' turn up This party, gon' turn up Wild boys, go turn up This party, that's my motto My people got my dough Get your hands up in the air if you're a millionaire Start throwin' paper, let's go! One hundred stacks, one show in the club Put a hundred stacks, and I'll blow this town Get loud like a wild?? In the VIP so, let's go! So, let's get rowdy!! Hey, let's get rowdy!! I missed the Yalla habibi in this party! So, let's get rowdy!! Hey, let's get rowdy!! I missed the mash-up with girls in this party So we get rowdy, and we get drunk And tell the DJ go and turn the shit up So, we get rowdy, and we get drunk, And tell the DJ go and turn the shit up!
Writer(s): Isaac Freeman Iii, Karl Wolf, David Neale, Stevie Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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