Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fergie
Fergie
Vocals
DJ Ammo
DJ Ammo
Programming
will.i.am
will.i.am
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damien Leroy
Damien Leroy
Songwriter
Kirk Robinson
Kirk Robinson
Songwriter
Roy Hammond
Roy Hammond
Songwriter
Stacy Ferguson
Stacy Ferguson
Songwriter
William Adams
William Adams
Songwriter
Fergie
Fergie
Arranger
will.i.am
will.i.am
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fergie
Fergie
Vocal Producer
Padraic Kerin
Padraic Kerin
Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Engineer
Venus Brown
Venus Brown
Vocal Producer
Cory Welt
Cory Welt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Schacter
John Schacter
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aaron Dahl
Aaron Dahl
Mixing Engineer
Joe Peluso
Joe Peluso
Mixing Engineer
DJ Ammo
DJ Ammo
Producer
will.i.am
will.i.am
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, ay Whoo-hoo Ay, ay My mic sounds nice (check one) My mic sounds nice (check two) My mic sounds nice (check three) Hey, what you gonna do when I step in the room? Bet you mutherfuckers gon' rock to the tune Bet you mutherfuckers gon' rock to the tune Get down to the beat and rock to the tune What you gonna do when I step in the place? Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the bass Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the bass I, I get money all day, baby Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Spend that money, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' All day, all day, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Roll up in the ghost, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Not, not a, not, not a damn thing, swimming in green Diamond on the neck, got a diamond on the ring Cash rules everything around me, cream Dolla, dolla bills all around me, me I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast I didn't mean to roll up to the club in the ghost I didn't mean to pull out a bottle of the mo Do the champagne shower spread, spraying on the clothes I didn't mean to hurt 'em, I didn't mean to kill 'em I didn't mean to make 10, 20, 100 million And ever since I made it, I been murdered on the ceiling I know why they be hatin', 'cause I be top billin' And now I'm cold, cool and cold, chilling like a villain They feeling my diamonds, the gold on my grillin' I smile like I swallowed a jeweler I'm ill and I'm sick with the paper my bank keep on filling, uh Hey, what you gonna do when I step in the room? Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the tune Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the tune Get down to the beat and rock to the tune What you gonna do when I step in the place? Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the bass Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the bass I, I get money all day, baby Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Spend that money, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' All day, all day, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Roll up in the ghost, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Not, not a, not, not a damn thing, swimming in Lou Swimming in fashion, gotta stay cute I kill 'em if I show 'em my birthday suit I kill 'em when I roll up in my Merce' Coupe I don't mean to show off, I don't mean to floss I don't mean to be the head bitch and the boss I didn't mean to buy up the whole damn bar I didn't mean to spend it like what, what it cost? I didn't mean to whip out the keys to the city I didn't mean to dress so fresh and pretty I'm talkin' 'bout my ladies, rub on your titties Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties Ladies, rub on your boobies Yeah, honey, I said it, rub on your boobies I don't mean to hang with these ladies with booties We loud and we crazy like we in a movie Hey, what you gonna do when I step in the room? Bet you mutherfuckers gon' rock to the tune Bet you mutherfuckers gon' rock to the tune Get down to the beat and rock to the tune What you gonna do when I step in the place? Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the bass Bet you motherfuckers gon' rock to the bass I, I get money all day, baby Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Spend that money, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' All day, all day, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Roll up in the ghost, bitch Like it ain't nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin' Not, not a, not, not a damn thing
Writer(s): Herby Azor, Kirk S. Robinson, Damian Leroy, Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Nathaniel Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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