Pound The Alarm (Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded)

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down
Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own 'em
Some call me Nicki, and some call me Roman
Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza
Giuseppe Zanotti, my own sneaker
 [bad word]  y that's all I do
If you need a bad [bad word] 
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out
OK bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad [bad word]  no mussel, hey?
Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad [bad word]  no mussel, let's go

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Alarm, alarm, alarm, alarm

Oh, oh, [bad word] fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
 [bad word] and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!