Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Guetta
David Guetta
Songwriter
Manuela Kamosi
Manuela Kamosi
Songwriter
Feli Ferraro
Feli Ferraro
Songwriter
Thomas De Quincey
Thomas De Quincey
Songwriter
Akil "worldwidefresh" King
Akil "worldwidefresh" King
Songwriter
Coi Collins
Coi Collins
Songwriter
Johnny Goldstein
Johnny Goldstein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Guetta
David Guetta
Producer
Johnny Goldstein
Johnny Goldstein
Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Coi Leray, Guetta Pump up the jam Pump it up while your feet is stumpin' And the jam is pumpin' Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin' Yeah, we pop up on 'em like a piñata (uh-huh) And we goin' off on this bitch like a siren (what up?) Tupac, baby, 'cause you know I'm a rider I'm hot like a sauna, man, I'm hot like lava Feelin' like fab and the bucket is Prada Feelin' like cash, should've came with a comma I said, "'Kuna Matata," these bitches don't want a problem, yeah, yeah They understood the assignment I said, ooh, they wanna copy my cool But they don't know what to do with it I said, ooh, they tryna fit in your shoes But they can't do it like you, baby (make my day) Tell these bitches they ain't fuckin' with me (make my day) Do you really wanna test me? (Make my day) If you bought it, then come and show me, baby (make my day) Do you wanna get nasty? (Make my day, yeah) Tell these bitches they ain't fuckin' with me (make my day) Do you really wanna test me? (Make my day, yeah) If you bought it, then come and show me, baby (make my day) Come and make my day, yeah (make my day) Pump up the jam Pump it up while your feet is stumpin' And the jam is pumpin' Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin' You got me in my mode DJ, run it back, let me touch my toes Couple shots got me in my zone Go and grab a camera, baby, hit ya pose (yeah) Party all night, we ain't gettin' no rest All about the paper, yeah, we runnin' up a check I can tell that you want it, the way you lickin' on your lips I know, I know, I know, you're next Party all night, we ain't gettin' no rest All about the paper, yeah, we runnin' up a check I can tell that you want it, the way you lickin' on your lips I know, I know, I know (make my day) Tell these bitches they ain't fuckin' with me (make my day) Do you really wanna test me? (Make my day) If you bought it, then come and show me, baby (make my day) Do you wanna get nasty? (Make my day) Tell these bitches they ain't fuckin' with me (make my day) Do you really wanna test me? (Make my day, yeah) If you bought it, then come and show me, baby (make my day) Come and make my day, yeah (make my day) Pump up the jam Pump it up while your feet is stumpin' And the jam is pumpin' Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin' Pump up the jam Pump it up while your feet is stumpin' And the jam is pumpin' Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin' (Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' (Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin')
Writer(s): David Guetta, Manuela Kamosi, De-quincey Thomas, Felicia Ferraro, Akil C. King, Coi Leray Collins, Johnny Goldstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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