Pound The Alarm

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up and burn this floor You know we getting hotter and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down (uh) Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own 'em? Some call me Nicki, and some call me Roman Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza, whoa Giuseppe Zanotti, my own sneaker Sexy, sexy, that's all I do If you need a bad b- Let me call a few Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out I see some good girls, I'ma turn 'em out Okay, bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad b-, no muzzle, hey? Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad b-, no muzzle, let's go Music makes me high Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up and burn this floor You know we getting hotter and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm Pound the alarm I wanna do it for the night, night So get me now and knock this over I wanna do it like you like, like Come get me, baby, we're not getting younger I just want you tonight, night Baby, we won't do it for life, life, whoa Music makes me high Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up and burn this floor You know we getting hotter and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm Pound the alarm Alarm, alarm, alarm, alarm Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up and burn this floor You know we getting hotter and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm Pound the alarm Pound the alarm