Interpret:

Justin Bieber

Album:

Features songs

Guala!
What's up Migos?
What up JB, it's time to go to the club, time to pull those toys out man - let's do it


Hey where the party at? Let's go
Let's ride
Let's roll
Yea, everywhere I go, them girls follow
Na, na, na, na
Let everybody know that I'm here tonight
As soon as I walk in the door
Pretty lady at the candy
She here for life, in fact you know
I need you for sure


Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love
And I might be the guy
I don't want to make you fall in love with me
Girl, what's your name, I'm happy that you came
I'm the man in this, stick with me, I can't love
Everywhere around the world
I'll be looking for you


Is it her looking for you, looking for you?
I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop


I got money in my pocket and I ain't afraid to spend it
It ain't a problem, baby girl when you're with it
Tell me what you wanna do, would you make a move now?
Girl you ain't gotta fight the feeling
(Look at her face)
Girl ain't gotta say anymore
(Say no more)
Need to know I ain't playing
(I ain't playing)
Baby what are we waiting for?


Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love
And I might be the guy
I don't want to make you fall in love with me
Girl, what's your name, I'm happy that you came
I'm the man in this, stick with me, I can't love
Everywhere around the world
I'll be looking for you


Is it her looking for you, looking for you?
I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop


Bad bitches in the party, alcohol on me
Tell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-T
I asked her what's her name - got the note she said Hammer
On the way to the mattress, said she loved the Panamera
In the trap with J-B with my phone chirpin' like beepers
Mona Lisa, Anna Mae in the pot when I beat it
Take her across the country, I got plugs on the Visa
Cut your man off little mama, you don't need him


He never seen a nigga like me
Hoppin' out the Chevy, step up with the minks, gold chain, Mr. T
In the summer, with the beach, with the hummer, with the leather seat
Would tell you 'bout my mansion but I bet they watching me
I'm a vegetarian, all I want is some lettuce and some broccoli
Mansion out in Beverly, your bitch calling me call me your majesty


My bitch is so gorgeous, I might pay her mortgage
I run to the money like Forrest
My life is historic
Travel 'round the world like I'm in orbit
I take your bitch and dunk her like Ben Gordon
I watch her like a telescope
I beat it and kill it like I'm Lil TerRio
I got your bitch, she watching me like Tyler Perry shows
I'm young and always riding in a Phantom Ghost
I paint a picture for niggas like Michelangelo


Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love
And I might be the guy
I don't want to make you fall in love with me
Girl, what's your name, I'm happy that you came
I'm the man in this, stick with me, I can't love
Everywhere around the world
I'll be looking for you


Is it her looking for you, looking for you?
I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop