Lyrics:

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