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