Uh-uh oh oh
Uh-huh uh-huh, you already know, yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-uh, so so
What the name, what the name, what the name be?
My, name, is, Bow Wow
Check me out now
I’m outside trying to bribe the bouncer
You gotta let me in this
I’m trying to tell you, me and Kelly got some serious business
Now, say your price
I’ma drop, just let a nigga slide
‘Cause this party ain’t a party if I ain’t inside
(Shorty, you too young, you ain’t even 21)
Player, stop it
Where the list at for them young niggas with grown pockets?
Beyoncé just hit my two-way and said it’s jumping
So stop fronting
And do a little something, ow

Though he say he got a girl
Yeah it’s true, you got a man
But the party ain’t gon’ stop
So let’s make it hot, hot

All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping

Though he say he got a girl
Yeah it’s true, you got a man
But the party ain’t gon’ stop
So let’s make it hot, hot

Call your boys, ’cause tonight you’re not gon’ stay at home
You should tell your girl she ain’t coming tonight, you going solo
Cut her off as she talk some noise
You know you got the right to get your party on
So get your haircut and your car washed too, looking
Like a star in your Armani suit, you need to look your best
‘Cause you’re turning heads tonight
You’re gonna find a sexy chica
That’s gon’ dance all night if you wanna

Though he say he got a girl (oh)
Yeah it’s true, you got a man (oh)
But the party ain’t gon’ stop (oh-oh)
So let’s make it hot, hot (oh oh)

All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown-grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping
Ladies, leave your man at home (oh-yeah)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown-grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (friend, oh-yeah)
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping (yeah)

Sexy women, do that dance (oh-oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (oh-oh)
Balling fellas, time to clown (oh-whoa)
We can get down now (whoa)

Usually you could find me
Posted up in the corner with JD beside me
Most likely I’m high
Well, every girl that look hot
I’m on the eye, spit spit
Grenadina, my corona talking shit, shit
Every nigga that got a phat knot
Huh, I’m on him
And if he ain’t got the dough stack
Why would I want him?
I need things, know that
If you can’t supply
Picture me gone
Make this a moment for Kodak, bye
Don’t trip, y’all niggas know I’m the williest
And when it comes to doing a remix
So So Def, we killing it
I left my man at home
For the club is full of ballers I’ma come up on
Well Brat, I met about two or three
Talking right and trying to leave with me
And go cut something, something
We came from making tracks in the basement
To a five-million-dollar spot
And rocking platinum charm bracelets
Big-body Benzes and Cadillac trucks
Got chicks in every city backing it up
JD and Brat, that’s what’s up

All you ladies, leave your man at home (la-la ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fa-fa fellas, fellas)
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ladies, leave your man at home (la-la ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fa-fa fellas, fellas)
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping (uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh)

I ain’t thinking ’bout my man tonight
Uh-huh, I ain’t worried my girl, aight

All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
‘Cause it’s eleven thirty and the club is jumping, jumping