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Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

St-st-step up in the party like my name was "That Bitch"
All these haters mad because I'm so established
They know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a fucking savage
Haters you can kill yourself (uhh)
In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down
I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone
Sometimes it just me and all my bottles all alone
I ain't coming back this time

I can't believe it
It's so amazin'
This club is heated
This party's blazin'
I can't believe it
This beat is bangin'
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
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Yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' it now
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St-st-step up in the party like my name is Mr. T
All these hating naggers ain't got nat'in' on me
Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you licking Willy, you get super OG
Honey's always rush me 'cause I'm fly, fly, fly
Dummies they can't touch me 'cause I'm floating sky high
I stay niggerific, you don't need to ask why
You just gotta see with your eyes

I can't believe it
It's so amazin'
This club is heated
This party's blazin'
I can't believe it
This beat is bangin'
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
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Check this motherfucker out
It got me in the club, in the club just rocking like this
Oh, oh

Da-dun-dun
The sun done, yep, the sun done
Came up, but we still up in dungeon
Da-dun-dun, yep, in London
Competition? Why yes, I would love some
How the fuck they get mad 'cause their run done?
Mad 'cause I'm gettin' money in abundance?
Man, I can't even count all of these hundreds
Duffel bag every time I go to SunTrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest, fuck my nemesis
Exclamation, just for emphasis
And I don't sympathize, 'cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
And put the iron to your face, you old wrinkled bitch!

This, is mega nigga, u-u-ultra enigmatic
Matic, matic, matic, ma-ma-matic

Oh, we just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank, we be getting top dollar
I'm a big baller, you a lil smaller
Step up to my level, need to grow a lil taller
I'm a shot caller, get up off my collar
You a Chihuahua, I'm a Rottweiler

I can't believe it
It's so amazin' (yeah)
I can't believe it
This beat is bangin' (yeah)
I can't believe it
It's so amazin' (yeah)
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
Hey, check it out
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Yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' it now
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Credits
Writer(s): Geoffrey Downes, Trevor Charles Horn, James Brown, Bruce Woolley, Onika Tanya Maraj, William Adams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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