The Party Anthem (feat. Lil Wayne, Missy Elliott, T-Pain)

[Intro]|One, two, one two|I said one, two, one two|Everybody hands up in the air|One, two, one two|Let me see your drinks up in the air|One, two, one two|One, two, one two|[Verse 1 - Timbaland]|It's the modern day Tony Stark|Biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark|Money, money, money, money don't make the man|Man make the money with the biggest master plan|I got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nuts|Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up|Peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my gang boy|When it's all said and done, I'm hall of fame boy|I'm riding, riding, riding, riding in the new Ghost|With my business partner, nah not white but french folks|Call me, call me, call me, call me Tim The Party Man|Be in the clubs and radio all on one command|Now show your hands|[Chorus - T-Pain]|Okay, let's get it jumping|Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?|The tweeters tweaking|Man I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup|Fuck that cup, I'm about to turn this bottle up|Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Ooohhhh|[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]|I heard somebody said he wasn't dead yet|They should've never said that|Young Tunechi got the game down, Pat Sajak|Even though I'm paid in full, all I want is payback|Man fuck these niggas, pause|I sprinkle kill the world and fuck ‘em all in my cigars|I make them motherfuckers bow down, no applause|And all of my goons wired up like broken jaws|I rep that motherfucking red flag, put you in a dead bag|I get bread, you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag|And my letters is YM, shout out Stunna and Slim|I'm fucking with Tim and my girl, I'm fucking her friend|Tunechi|[Chorus - T-Pain]|Okay, let's get it jumping|Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?|The tweeters tweaking|Man I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup|Fuck that cup, I'm about to turn this bottle up|Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Ooohhhh|[Verse 3 - Missy Elliott]|Uh, it go country bitch from Virginia|See the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor 'bout to enter|Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic, front and center|Say I'm too old to rap, I'll be rapping till I wear dentures|Yeah, hello haters|You mad? Pick your chin up|What did I say about running your mouth? You better respect your mentors|I'm so relentless, flow colder than the winters|I'm pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up, I drink my gin up|I'm on the mic, I'm back with Tim|We looking good like working out up in the gym|Ain't nobody wanna see us, competition? We don't see ‘em|Ain't nothing change, we ahead of the game, above the rim|This how we do|[Chorus - T-Pain]|Okay, let's get it jumping|Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?|The tweeters tweaking|Man I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup|Fuck that cup, I'm about to turn this bottle up|Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Ooohhhh|[Outro]|One, two, one two|I said one, two, one two|Everybody hands up in the air|One, two, one two|Let me see your drinks up in the air|One, two, one two|