It’s The Weekend Netta Brielle (Ft. B.o.B)

(Intro)
I want all my independent ladies
To report to the dance floor right now
This shit right
If you know you make better than your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend
I want you to make some noise right now
You know it’s ‘bout to go down
DJ play this, thirty motherfuckin time
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah

(Verse)
Look at me mama, no hands
I like to drop it low, when I dance
And then I go into a handstand
Make ‘em turn it up ‘cause this my jam
But God almighty, tell me this ain’t a party
Only dimes up in here, you ain't have to invite me
All my girls independent, if we got it we spend it
What we want up in here, we just go and we get it yea

(Pre-Chorus)
We got swaggers on the bottoms, spikes on the heels
Standing on the couches like we are home for real
We only rock the doppest, the we Instagram the moment
Keep the camera focused