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

***y and hotter, let's shut it down

Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them

Some call me Nicki, and some call me Roman

Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza

Giuseppe Zannotti my own sneaker

***y, ***y that's all I do

If you need a bad *****

Let me call a few

Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out

I see some good girls, I'm a turn 'em out

Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle

I'm a bad *****, no muzzle, hey?

Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle

I'm a bad *****, 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

***y and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!

Pound the alarm!

I wanna do it for the night

So get me now, and knock this over

I wanna do it like you like

Come get me, baby, we're not getting younger

I just want you tonight

Baby we won't do it for life

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

***y and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!

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

***y and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!

Pound the alarm!

Pound the alarm!