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

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

Some call me nicki, and some call me roman

Exkeeza, pleeza, i'm in Ibiza

Just snap it and I be my own sneaker

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

If you need a bad b-tch

Let me call a few

Pumps on and them little many skirts is out

I see some good girls, i'mma turn 'em out

Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle

I'm a bad b-tch, no muzzle, hey?

Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle

I'm a bad b-tch, 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, 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

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!

Pound the alarm!

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more

We 'bout to get hot, 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!