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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Guetta
Songwriter
Johnny Goldstein
Songwriter
Feli Ferraro
Songwriter
Manuela Kamosi
Songwriter
Akil "worldwidefresh" King
Songwriter
Thomas De Quincey
Songwriter
Coi Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Guetta
Producer
Johnny Goldstein
Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Coi Leray
Guetta
[Chorus]
Pump up the jam, pump it up
While ya feet are stumping
And the jam is pumping
Look ahead, the crowd is jumping
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we pop up on 'em like a piñata
And we goin' off in this bitch like a siren
Tupac, baby, 'cause you know I'm a rider
Hot like a sauna
Man, I'm hot like lava
[Verse 2]
Feeling like fab and the bucket is Prada
Feeling like cash, shoulda came with a comma
I say 'Kuna Matata, these bitches don't want a problem, yeah, yeah
They understood the assignment
[Verse 3]
I said, ooh, they wanna copy my cool
But they don't know what to do with it
I said, ooh, they tryna fit in your shoes
But they can't do it like you do it
[Chorus]
Make my day
Tell these bitches they ain't fucking with me
Make my day
Do you really wanna test me?
Make my day
If you 'bout it, then come show me, baby
Make my day
Do you wanna get nasty?
Make my day
Tell these bitches they ain't fucking with me
Make my day
Do you really wanna test me?
Make my day
If you 'bout it, then come show me, baby
Make my day
Come and make my day, yeah
Make my day
[Chorus]
Pump up the jam, pump it up
While ya feet are stumping
And the jam is pumping
Look ahead, the crowd is jumping
[Verse 4]
You got me in my mode
DJ, run back it back, lemme touch my touch toes
Couple shots get me in my zone
Go and grab the camera, baby, hit your pose
[Verse 5]
Party all night, we ain't gettin' no rest
All about the paper, yeah, we running up a check
I can tell that you want it, way you're licking on your lips
I know, I know, I know you're next
[Verse 6]
Party all night, we ain't gettin' no rest
All about the paper, yeah, we running up a check
I can tell that you want it, way you're licking on your lips
I know, I know
[Chorus]
Make my day
Tell these bitches they ain't fucking with me
Make my day
Do you really wanna test me?
Make my day
If you 'bout it, then come show me, baby
Make my day
Do you wanna get nasty?
Make my day
Tell these bitches they ain't fucking with me
Make my day
Do you really wanna test me?
Make my day
If you 'bout it, then come show me, baby
Make my day
Come and make my day, yeah
Make my day
[Chorus]
Pump up the jam, pump it up
While ya feet are stumping
And the jam is pumping
Look ahead, the crowd is jumping
[Outro]
Pump up the jam, pump it up
While ya feet are stumping
And the jam is pumping
Look ahead, the crowd is jumping
Written by: Akil "worldwidefresh" King, Akil C. King, Coi Leray, David Guetta, Feli Ferraro, Johnny Goldstein, Manuela Kamosi, Thomas De Quincey