[Intro: Usher & Chris Brown]
Oh, hey,
Yeah, it's Breezy!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry,
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari,
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party,
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party.
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party!
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitches dancin' naked in my living room,
She straight out of college, just turned 22,
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you,
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes.
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded,
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer,
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin',
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it.
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry,
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari,
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party,
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party.
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party!
[Verse 2: Usher]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast,
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most,
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes,
Let's be dirty, babe, baby, drop it low.
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness,
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it,
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin',
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it.
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry,
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari,
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party,
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party.
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party!
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail,
Flyin in my 'Rari like a bat that just flew outta hell,
I'm from the east of ATL but ballin in the Cali hills,
Lil mama booty boomin – that bitch movin and she standin still.
I know these bitches choosin me, but I got 80 on me still,
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills.
I'm multimillionaire La Flare, just watch it, cost a quarter M,
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt.
Like Scarface, bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp,
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him,
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene,
Gucci, CB, VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me!
Wop.
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry,
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari,
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party,
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party.
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party,
How to party, yeah, we know how to party!