Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elevator Jay
Elevator Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James William Blackmon III
James William Blackmon III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elevator Jay
Elevator Jay
Producer
Kevin Mccloskey
Kevin Mccloskey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Okay Im fired up, I’m feeling good and ready to ride
But wait a minute, gotta pop the top on the moonshine
Let me call matrix, let me call buddy, let me call key, let me call tonnie
Nelson coming up from SC, it’s going down
Been waiting all damn week for this
We at player made, this party look like freaknik
Wall to wall, all the girls, all the dogs
Players ball, my jersey gone hang real tall
DJ blanking out his mind, that’s a-huf on the turntables
B-rab on the patio, deep fried vacation
Too shell, everybody 'bout gone to the moon
We float, spread the funk all around the room, let’s go
Once again, here I go
It’s time to party, yeah I know
We get it started, that’s for sure
Everybody on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
We get it started, that’s for sure
Everybody on the floor
Call the gang, get fresh, double check, no flaw
Pre-game, good drink, big flame, pull off
Back to back, bend the corner, pull up, hop out
Dap the bouncer, hug shawty, skip line everytime
Hit the bar, round one, everybody toast up
DJ playing that ball, G & tela, sho nuff
It’s getting thick by the minute, everybody and they momma in it
Bass hitting, vibrate the floor, wall and the ceiling
Shawty bad and she know it, we know it, hot damn
She like game, don’t shoot the shot if you ain't got none
Players only, no bench warming, no laying up
She got a team, no third string, they all mean, no cap
Once again, here I go
It’s time to party, yeah I know
We get it started, that’s for sure
Everybody on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
We get it started, that’s for sure
Everybody on the floor
Midnight, click tight, DJ playing that kryptonite
Lean with it, rock with it, on the scene, shoulder lean
Trap or die, watch her throw it, shake it for the dope boys
Get low, back it up, wobble wobble, crank the roy
Freak it for the birthday, shawty swing it my way
Bombs over baghdad, booming on a friday
Everybody geeked up, knucking if you buck, boy
Don’t nobody want none, cause they know what's up, boy
Your bitch chose me, you ain’t a pimp, you a fairy
Threw some D's on that bitch and paint that thing cherry
Now we swaying side to side, swag surfing all night
Whistle while you twerk girl, 'til they turn on all the lights
Once again, here I go
It’s time to party, yeah I know
We get it started, that’s for sure
Everybody on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
We get it started, that’s for sure
Everybody on the floor
Written by: James William Blackmon III
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