[Hook: Will.I.Am]
I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cus we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Cus I'm gon' get it all

And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the %#@! god dammit

You the %#@!, you the %#@!, you the %#@! god dammit
You the %#@! god dammit, you the %#@!, you the %#@!


[Verse 1: French Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me

I get busy like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing with it

Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane (*##$ Like Shakira

1.5 custom made car
Me and will table looking like the bar
I love bad (*##$es that's my $#&@in' problem

And I don't give a $#&@ that's my $#&@in' problem

[Verse 2: Will.I.Am]

And I don't give a $#&@ that's my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo

And now I'm banging hoes in the continental
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doors, suicide

I came from the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top cus I do it fly
Feelin' $#&@in' lucky like the $#&@in' Irish

I see the whole game from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus


[Verse 3: Miley Cyrus]
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly

Up in the club, is where you can find me
I do it real big never do it tiny
If you about that bull%#@! please don't remind me

I step in this mother$#&@er just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that $$# like a, like an expert

Shake, shake that $$# like a, like an expert

[Hook]


[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist

Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I need my $$# kissed

But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests burn

We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star

The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes, ^!$$%
And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes

Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow


[Hook]