[Intro: 50 Cent]
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, 50, I'm on
Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, CB, you're on

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your hands in the air right now

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
We collar poppin', b-b-bottle poppin'
We gettin' it poppin' tonight
Nigga, we done did a lil' shoppin'
All the hoes is watchin' 'cause we rockin' errthing delight
I told 'em put 'em up
Them hands go up when I'm around
I put it down, there's nothin' like that gangster sound
Y'all niggas know what's up
We ballin' like it's overtime
And everything is on the line
We hustle, got a crazy grind
Championship shine
Rolls-Royce bitch shine
VVS clean
Clean like my bitch
Crossover on my team
C-c-cross me
It's over, man, I mean
It's a wrap, that's that

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
We poppin' bottles in the club and (Hey!)
Look at the ladies all up on us now (Ah!)
Could give a fuck about a hater (Ah!)
Countin' all this paper (Ah! Ah!)
Tell the DJ to play it back now (Ah! Ah!)
Come, girl, if you lonely (Ah!)
And you know you wanna whine with me, girl (Oh!)
And move your hips and sway (Oh!)
Pull up, pull up, DJ (Oh!)
Put your lighters in the air right now (Boom!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your hands in the air right now

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now we gon' ball, we gon' ball 'til the sun burn out
Put a bitch on a bitch 'til they all turned out
All I do is this, all I, all I do is this
Pop tags, got swag, rock Louis shit
I blow big bread, yeah, when a nigga ball
You think I might have made investments in the mall
Unstoppable, the feds got the wires
'Cause fillin' the melody hotter than lead from a Glock
The tops of floor, match the door, money long
Countin' through loose counts, start over, this is don
Shit at its finest, this tracks is for mines
This the Unit, Shady, Aftermath's behind us

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
We poppin' bottles in the club and (Hey!)
Look at the ladies all up on us now (Ah!)
Could give a fuck about a hater (Ah!)
Countin' all this paper (Ah! Ah!)
Tell the DJ to play it back now (Ah! Ah!)
Come, girl, if you lonely (Ah!)
And you know you wanna whine with me, girl (Oh!)
And move your hips and sway (Oh!)
Pull up, pull up, DJ (Oh!)
Put your lighters in the air right now (Boom!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your hands in the air right now