Timbaland - The Party Anthem lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland] 1, 2, 1, 2 I said 1, 2, 1, 2 Everybody hands up in the air 1, 2, 1, 2 Let me see your drinks up in the air 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 [First Verse: Timbaland] It's that 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 n***as going nuts Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up Peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my game boy When it's all said and done I'm hall of fame boy I'm riding, riding, riding, riding in a new ghost With my business partner, nah, not White Wed 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 [Hook: T-Pain] Okay (okay), let's get it jumping (let's get it jumping) Turn up the speakers Can you hear the ba** bumping? Them tweeters tweaking I came here to party, pa** that cup around (round) Put your hands in the air move'm up and down (down) Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a f**ing cup f** that cup, I'm about to turn that bottle up Cause I cam here to party, pa** that cup around (round) Put your hands in the air move'm up and down (down) Oohwoah [2nd Verse: 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, f** these n***as. Pause I spray king k** the world and f** them all in my cigars I make them mother f**ers bow down, no applause All of my goons wired up like broken jaws I rep that mother f**ing 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 Y M, shout out Stunna and Slim I'm f**ing with Tim and my girl, I'm f**ing her friend Tunech! [Hook] [3rd Verse: Missy Elliott] This country b**h 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 til 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 Anybody wanna see us? Competition? We don't see'm Ain't nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rim This how we do it [Hook] [Outro: Timbaland] 1, 2, 1, 2 I said 1, 2, 1, 2 Everybody hands up in the air 1, 2, 1, 2 Let me see your drinks up in the air 1, 2, 1, 2