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 s*xy 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 s*xy, s*xy, that's all I do If you need a bad bitch 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 bitch, no muzzle, hey? Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad bitch, 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 s*xy 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 s*xy 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 s*xy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm Pound the alarm Pound the alarm