Lighters

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Six minutes, six minutes

Six minutes, 50, I'm on

Six minutes, six minutes

Six minutes, CB, you're on

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your hands in the air right now

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

We collar poppin', b-b-bottle poppin'

We gettin' it poppin' tonight

Nigga, we done did a lil' shoppin'

All the hoes is watchin' 'cause we rockin' errthing delight

I told 'em put 'em up

Them hands go up when I'm around

I put it down, there's nothin' like that gangster sound

Y'all niggas know what's up

We ballin' like it's overtime

And everything is on the line

We hustle, got a crazy grind

Championship shine

Rolls-Royce bitch shine

VVS clean

Clean like my bitch

Crossover on my team

C-c-cross me

It's over, man, I mean

It's a wrap, that's that

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

We poppin' bottles in the club and (Hey!)

Look at the ladies all up on us now (Ah!)

Could give a fuck about a hater (Ah!)

Countin' all this paper (Ah! Ah!)

Tell the DJ to play it back now (Ah! Ah!)

Come, girl, if you lonely (Ah!)

And you know you wanna whine with me, girl (Oh!)

And move your hips and sway (Oh!)

Pull up, pull up, DJ (Oh!)

Put your lighters in the air right now (Boom!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your hands in the air right now

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Now we gon' ball, we gon' ball 'til the sun burn out

Put a bitch on a bitch 'til they all turned out

All I do is this, all I, all I do is this

Pop tags, got swag, rock Louis shit

I blow big bread, yeah, when a nigga ball

You think I might have made investments in the mall

Unstoppable, the feds got the wires

'Cause fillin' the melody hotter than lead from a Glock

The tops of floor, match the door, money long

Countin' through loose counts, start over, this is don

Shit at its finest, this tracks is for mines

This the Unit, Shady, Aftermath's behind us

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

We poppin' bottles in the club and (Hey!)

Look at the ladies all up on us now (Ah!)

Could give a fuck about a hater (Ah!)

Countin' all this paper (Ah! Ah!)

Tell the DJ to play it back now (Ah! Ah!)

Come, girl, if you lonely (Ah!)

And you know you wanna whine with me, girl (Oh!)

And move your hips and sway (Oh!)

Pull up, pull up, DJ (Oh!)

Put your lighters in the air right now (Boom!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

Put your hands in the air right now