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 Lyricist: will.i.am
 Lyrics: 
 [Intro:]Uh, yeah!
 Real, real power, power, power!
 
 Hook:
 I be everywhere everybody know me
 Super, super fresh with a dope styling
 Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
 Givenchy keep the chickens in check
 All these car keys drive the chickens to my crib
 ...got somebody sleeping on my bed
 She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
 I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
 Cause we be in the club
 Bottles on deck and god damn it
 God damn it, I'm feeling myself!
 Cause I'm gonna get it all
 And I'm a throw it up
 Like god damn it, god damn it I'm feeling myself!
 Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me?
 The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god damn it!
 You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god damn it
 You the shit god damn it, you the shit, you the shit!
 
 I be everywhere, everybody know me, ah
 Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me, ah
 I get busy like a one line, ah
 In the drop getting head, baby, never mind!
 We getting money why you playing with it
 Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
 Slick Rick looking at the mirror
 Big Daddy Kane bitch like Shakira
 1.5 custom made car
 Me and Will table looking like the bar
 I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem
 And I don't give a fuck that's my fucking problem
 
 And I don't give a fuck that's my whole emo
 I rock the whole globe with no problemo
 Been rocking coats since my first demo
 And now I'm banging hoes in the Continental
 And I done seen me sliding out my dope ride, yep
 I open up the doors, suicide, yep
 I came from the bottom, the sewer side, yep
 I made it to the top cus I do it fly
 Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
 I see the whole game from my third iris
 I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
 To give the whole world some Miley Cyrus
 
 Now everybody tripping like they popping molly, hey
 Up in the club, is where you can find me
 I do it real big never do it tiny
 If you about that bullshit please don't remind me!
 I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
 I get on the floor just to make that bootie twerk
 Shake, shake that shoot like a, like an expert!
 Shake, shake that shoot like a, like an expert!
 
 Hook:
 I be everywhere everybody know me
 Super, super fresh with a dope styling
 Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
 Givenchy keep the chickens in check
 All these car keys drive the chickens to my crib
 ...got somebody sleeping on my bed
 She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
 I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
 Cause we be in the club
 Bottles on deck and god damn it
 God damn it, I'm feeling myself!
 Cause I'm gonna get it all
 And I'm a throw it up
 Like god damn it, god damn it I'm feeling myself!
 Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me?
 The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god damn it!
 You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god damn it
 You the shit god damn it, you the shit, you the shit!
 
 Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
 Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist.
 Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
 So now I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
 But all my homies like give me some head
 Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
 Takes shots till our chests burn
 We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this
 Let's get it started!
 The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
 The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
 The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
 The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga!
 And I done spent a quarter milly on clothes
 Copping them olds chools
 And put foreigns on the road
 Real talk and if my fuel get low
 I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow!
 
 Hook:
 I be everywhere everybody know me
 Super, super fresh with a dope styling
 Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
 Givenchy keep the chickens in check
 All these car keys drive the chickens to my crib
 ...got somebody sleeping on my bed
 She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
 I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
 Cause we be in the club
 Bottles on deck and god damn it
 God damn it, I'm feeling myself!
 Cause I'm gonna get it all
 And I'm a throw it up
 Like god damn it, god damn it I'm feeling myself!
 Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me?
 The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god damn it!
 You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god damn it
 You the shit god damn it, you the shit, you the shit!
 Yes Sir!
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