[Intro] Dale Dale Hands up Hands up (woo) VIP to the back wall We about to go up [Verse 1] Pulled up fresh That white tee clean Sunset tan with a day-old sheen Stamp on my wrist from the spot last night But the crew in the group chat say we do it twice Red cup high Got the line on smash DJ friend so he runnin' it back Shorty in the red dress Eye contact Said "You talk big Can you match that?" (let's go) [Pre-Chorus] We ain't here for the small talk We came here for the big shot If you feel that rush in your veins Say my name Say my name [Chorus] Tonight we own it Own it Own it (hey!) From the door to the floor Everybody get lit If you're down Don't you leave in the morning We ain't done till the sun hits the glass That's it Tonight we own it Own it Own it Every clock on the wall gotta wait a bit If you're here Then your problems are boring Drop it low Let the good times win [Verse 2] Flash on my phone Takin' bad idea pics Bottle to the booth Do the math real quick Two more rounds Then we out that seat 'Cause the bassline say get back on your feet (woo) Sweat on the gold chain Shine so rude Lip gloss print on my neck as proof She said "Boy I don't dance I move" Now she got the whole room caught in her groove [Pre-Chorus] We ain't here for the slow jam This right here is a program If you feel that spark in your chest Lose control Let it do the rest [Chorus] Tonight we own it Own it Own it (oh yeah) From the door to the floor Everybody get lit If you're down Don't you leave in the morning We ain't done till the sun hits the glass That's it Tonight we own it Own it Own it Every clock on the wall gotta wait a bit If you're here Then your worries are boring Throw 'em out Let the good times win [Bridge] One time for my day ones Stay ones (hey) Two times for the new ones Came up Three shots Now the shy ones dangerous Four hands on you Feel famous [Chorus] Tonight we own it Own it Own it From the door to the floor Everybody get lit If you're down Don't you leave in the morning We ain't done till the sun hits the glass That's it Tonight we own it Own it Own it Every clock on the wall gotta wait a bit If you're here Then your problems are boring Turn it up Let the good times win

dance, Early 2000s club-pop banger with pounding four-on-the-floor kick, glossy synth leads, swaggering male vocals trading between rap-style verses and sung hooks. Big pre-drop risers into explosive choruses, stacked gang chants on the title line, playful call-and-response ad-libs, and a bright, compressed mix that screams peak radio-party anthem., pop

Tonight We Own It