You need a feature daddy Give me my peter pan When I hit the club it all be me an my conceited friend Been signing autographs Since like a quarter past I'm in the hallway, don't need no hall pass If I eat it then everybody gonna order that Everything I do these bitches wishin they'da thought of that I'm a indian giver I want the quarter back If hip hop was dead, bitch I just brought her back Take it to the hall Ima take it take it off Ima take it to the club Then we take it to the loft Ima take it to my niggas, ima take it to the boss Ima jiggle it jiggle it Bake it sorta soft Ima put it in ya fades, ima put it in ya braids The way I make it pop, you can put me in the space Make it rain it's a ten thousand dollar day Poppin like champaign on a holiday