Though I know that you want some of this
But I'm out with my girls and you can't touch lighting
So we dance, and we dance like you're just not there

Only been over here 'bout a minute
But you already sound like a dick, stop trying
So we dance, and we dance like you're just not there

'Cause ew, what's wrong with you?
No, the problem is not my attitude
But you, ew, just not my type
But the next time I won't be so polite

'Cause hey, this could be great
This could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care

Keep it all in your pants, boy
Keep it all in your pants, boy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year

So you can tell all your friends playing cupid
That it ain't gonna work
'Cause you just look foolish
Back it up, back it up
Yeah, hello, goodbye

Get a hold of yourself before I lose it
Baby, laugh all you like
But I just might do it
Back it up, back it up
'Cause you're killing vibes

'Cause, ew, what's wrong with you?
Know the problem is not my attitude
But you, ew, just not my type
But the next time won't be so polite

'Cause hey, this could be great
This could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care

Keep it all in your pants, boy
Keep it all in your pants, boy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year

Let's go
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part when you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part
When I kick you to the curb, like

Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part when you eat your words like
Hey boy, this should be the part
This should be the part
When I kick you to the curb, like

Uh thanks, but no thanks!

Hey, this could be great
This could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care

Keep it all in your pants, boy
Keep it all in your pants, boy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year

Hey, this could be great
This could be crazy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year
Trying too hard, tryna be hot
Trying to keep talking to us but we don't care

Keep it all in your pants, boy
Keep it all in your pants, boy
This could be the mother fucking party of the year

Keep it all in your pants, boy
You ain't got a chance, boy