[Baby Bash *slowed down*] I don't need no love, all I need is the DJ I don't need no love, all I need is the DJ [Baby Bash] (Verse 1) It was midnight I got the booty call She said, "I'm at the club" So I threw on my drawers I'm lookin' throwed in my fit, candy coat on my whip The popos all on my tip, but man, I don't even trip Sent me a dirty text So I texted her back Scooped up the Stooie boy, cause he had a purple sack And now we gone with the wind, and so, we poppin' again We rebel rockin' and rollin', this club is outta con-, outta con- Uh, uh Chorus: Baby Bash (Pitbull in background) Outta control, she got me outta control (Hey, hey, hey, hey) She make you go crazy when she out of the floor (Hey, hey, hey, hey) She know the DJ, he's on some Serato He date them models He crack them bottles (Everybody say) Hook: Pitbull Fellas, what you ladies like Money, money, money Ladies, what you fellas like that Monkey, monkey, monkey Money (Money) It's outta control She showed that monkey (Whoo!) It's outta control (Verse 2) I'm double fisted now Under a strobe light It's lookin' like a movie, but it's feeling so tight Now I got one in the cage, and I got two on the stage I got a waitress on the under, tryin' to give me some face They play some Lil' Wayne Mixed with some T-Pain They mashed the Journey record, now they dropped some Coldplay And now they playin' my song, the girls are showin' they thong We rebel rockin' and rollin', this club is outta con-, outta con- Uh, uh Repeat Chorus Repeat Hook [Baby Bash *slowed down* {*sped up*}] I don't need no love, all I need is the DJ I don't need no love, all I need is the DJ {I don't need no love, all I need is the DJ I don't need no love, all I need is the DJ} I don't need no love, all I need is the {DJ}, DJ Repeat Chorus Repeat Hook [Baby Bash] It's outta control (It's outta control...) It's outta control (It's outta control...) It's outta control (It's outta control...) It's outta control (It's outta control...) It's outta control (It's outta control...)