Lyrics:

You got a secret, like you Victoria’s
I’m back on a Tuesday
Fuck, it feels glorious
I’m on the back beat
Sippin’ in the back seat
Listenin’ to N’SYNC
No, not Backstreet
Yes I can get it on my mind, my oh my
While I’m waving out the window
Like “Bye, Bye, Bye”
Yeah, that bitch?
Yeah, she a bad bitch
Saw her texting earlier
Fuck we got Catfish
I don’t know if you can see it
While I take it whole
I am like that Kendrick verse
‘Cause, bitch, I’m outta control
If you, wanna see it while I go
I slinging names
I be rocking all gold
Like I’m Trinidad James
And we never fail
Yeah, pale in comparison
Rocking Holy Grail
Yeah, you can say you got it in
I ain’t even know about it
They can get it for
Rocking royals that’s the Lorde
Chilling on the tennis court

And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, Things don’t run we
We don't take nothing from nobody
Yeah, yeah!

Give me a verse
No go and pass that
I’m saying lemme go
Casino running black jack
Where I’m winning, uh
Yes, not when it’s said and done
I be hitting aces and jacks
I’m talkin’ that 21
If you wanna know it better
Need no explainers
I'mma say that double X
While I’m rockin’ ‘round, the Macarena
Now that’s old school
You know I’m running for
Katy Perry on the beat
Bitches lemme hear you roar
Yes, do it every time
See me coming, those warning signs
Coming soon when you fear that
You already done son
Say “God damn, who the fuck wrote ‘London’?”
Yes, I’m coming through
Yeah, oh, I got those flame-os
If you want they got those lame-os
Full House, like I’m John Stamos
I’m the uncle, I’m that Hollaback girl
Fucking that world
If you want, Say Something
You got nothing that good

And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, Things don’t run we
We don't take nothing from nobody
Yeah, yeah!

So la da di da di, we like to party
Dancing with Miley
Doin’ whatever we want
Yeah, this is our house
These are our rules
And we can’t stop getting’
Yeah, you gotta work
Yeah, you take it to the top
Miley, let me see you twerk
If you want to do it
I’ve been working on
Yeah, those freaky days
VMA’s make a fool
Loud, like at those VMA’s

And we can’t stop…
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, Things don’t run we
We don't take nothing from nobody
Yeah, yeah!

Lemme see you see you twerk
Miley. Miley. Miley. Twerk
Twerk. Miley. Miley. Miley. Twerk