(Get Rich Or Die Tryin Intro)
Break it down!
Go Go Go Go Go Go
(50 Cent in background)
Go shorty,it’s ya birthday, we gon party like its ya birthday
We gon sip Bacardi like its ya birthday,and you know we dont give a f**k,it’s not your birthday!
(Beyonce)
Go shorty, it’s Beyonce, we gon party like it’s ya birthday,
We gettin naughty like it’s ya birthday, so put ya drink up in the air if you feel s**y!
(Verse 1)
I’m that chick with the hot ish Manolo Blahnik,
Jimmy Choo kicks,k**in it, who you with?
Me and ma girlz at the party with the diamond Zinatis,
I’m that cla**y mami with the Marilyn Monroe body,
I’m that fly chick 5″6,Marc Jacob mini,
Ghetto-fabolous,glamourous,it’s effortless!
Make up light, we with my pastel Luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin’ vintage Gucci
[Chorus 2x: Beyonce]
You can find me in da club, sippin’ on some bub
Daddy I got what you need you’s a s**y little thug
Don’t wanna be your girl I ain’t lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you a s**y little thug
(* 50 Cent in the background on 2nd repeat*)
You can find me in da club, bottle full’a bub
Mama got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I’m into havin’ s**, I ain’t into makin’ love
So come gimme a hug, if you into gettin’ rubbed (hahaha)
[Hook: Beyonce]
(* 50 Cent in the background *)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty
My nails, my hair, my diamond rings
Shining with all my fancy things
My crib, my car, my clothes, my j**els
Why you mad, cause I came up and I ain’t changed
[Verse 2: Beyonce]
I’m that girl wearing Chanel pearls
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Bank and Biddle
Ya feelin’ my style, ya feelin’ my flow
Hair sheek, smells sweet, like flow to flow
I’m the lady sippin’ Bailey’s while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me, I just send them a bottle
I know I got it, but don’t flaunt it even though brothas want it
Dancin’ dirty while I’m flirtin’, cause he checkin’ up on me
[Chorus 2x: Beyonce]
You can find me in da club, sippin’ on some bub
Daddy I got what you need, you a s**y little thug
Don’t wanna be your girl I ain’t lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you a s**y little thug
[Hook: Beyonce]
(* 50 Cent in the background *)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
My nails, my hair, my diamond rings
Shining with all my fancy things
My crib, my car, my clothes, my j**els
Why you mad, cause I came up and I ain’t changed
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
(* Beyonce in the background *)
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
And you should love it, way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad, I thought you should be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toastin’ to the good life
Move out the hood now you tryin’ to pull me back, right?
When my junk get to pumpin’ in da club it’s on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smile, she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you talkin’ about money, homie I ain’t concerned
I’ma tell you what Banks told me, cuz go head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let ’em hate, and watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they head with a bottle of bub
C’mon, ain’t know where we be..
[Chorus 2x: Beyonce]
You can find me in da club, sippin’ on some bub
Daddy I got what you need, you a s**y little thug
Don’t wanna be your girl I ain’t lookin for no love
So come give me a hug, you a s**y little thug
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Hahaha
Don’t try to act like you don’t know where we been either
We in da club all the time, it’s about to pop off
Hahaha