Waka Flocka Flame

Ft. B.o.B

Ah, ah, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
Fist, drink, fist, drink, fist, drink, fist

[Chorus]
You know where we at now (at now)
Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)
I don’t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the air
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump

Baby turn around for me, bounce
Set that down now break it down for me, down for me
Let’s hit the bar go a couple rounds with me
Grab my hand let me take you to vip, to vip
See my life is like a movie
Action, what the fuck is you thinking?
Better yet, what the fuck is you drinking?
Better yet, what the fuck is you smoking?
What’s happening, what’s up
If you feel like, you fucked, now put your cup up

[Waka]
I’m in the club, popping bottles got your girl drugged
Ass fatter, this deserve a fist pump
If you that … if you that drunk
Arms in the air, start and do the fist pump

[Chorus]
You know where we at now (at now)
Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)
I don’t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the air
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump

[B.o.B.]
We fucking up the club when we fist pump
Whole party looking at us crazy cause we this drunk
My body showing symptoms of liquor in my system
Her booty working hard like it’s trying to earn the pension
Now listen, I’m shit faced, I’m trashed
Y’all don’t really wanna see me no more
Can’t say we gang hot, but I’m like a bang shot
Fuck around and get your ego broke
Last time I was this fucked up
I swear it was a year ago
From standing up and we leave the club
I’ma call that a miracle
Cause damn, I’m gone, twist up, mixed up, twist up
And her booty too big for the seats of my coupe
I might have to put that ass in the pick up, truck
Damn, I’m gone, mixed up, twist up, mixed up
And we fin to leave here with so many bad bitches
We gonna have to take them home in a pick up truck

[Chorus]
You know where we at now (at now)
Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)
I don’t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the air
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump.