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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerrod Niemann
Jerrod Niemann
Vocals
Pitbull
Pitbull
Vocals
Derek George
Derek George
Background Vocals
Jerry McPherson
Jerry McPherson
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Will Doughty
Will Doughty
Keyboards
Robert E. McNelley, II
Robert E. McNelley, II
Electric Guitar
Blair Masters
Blair Masters
Keyboards
Liam, pka Twenty1 Fudge
Liam, pka Twenty1 Fudge
Programming
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Twenty1
Twenty1
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek George
Derek George
Songwriter
Lance Miller
Lance Miller
Songwriter
Brad Warren
Brad Warren
Songwriter
Brett Warren
Brett Warren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerrod Niemann
Jerrod Niemann
Co-Producer
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One thing's for sure, we gon' drink all night
Two things for certain, we gon' be alright
One thing's for sure, we gon' drink all night
Two things for certain, we gon' be alright
[Verse 2]
Pull up now and the parking lots full
Gonna ride that cow with a Dallas bull
Everybody in the ATL is coming
DJ's got those speakers thumping
Got a black Ford not a white Mercedes
Walking in the front door, checking out the ladies
My buddy says, hey, boys, I'm buying
Hottest girl in here's giving me the eye and
Everybody knows it's gonna be one of those
[Verse 3]
I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like
That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high
'Bout to tie one on, talking gone, gone, gone
Turning all the wrongs into right
I can drink to that all night
[Verse 4]
Working on the sweet thing sitting on a bar stool
Doing shots of Jack, girl, gonna take it old school
Saying, hell yeah, to every song they're playing
Do you wanna dance? Baby, I'm just saying
[Verse 5]
Everybody knows it's gonna be one of those
I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like
That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high
'Bout to tie one on, talking gone gone gone
Turing all the wrongs into right
I can drink to that all night
I can drink to that all night
[Verse 6]
I can drink to that all night
Mix the Voli with the moonshine, alright
I'm a little freaky, baby, I bite
Drink till I fall out, I might
You and your girl, I like
If you don't remember, didn't happen
Coulda made it in the street but instead I made it rapping
Mami wanna ride on the captain
Step on the gas full steam ahead
Real life Wolf of Wall Street getting bread
Without the dope, but, the snitching, women, switching
Hit 'em and leave 'em twitching
Me, I'm on a mission
To crack a couple billion dollars companies and get missing
But till then I'ma drink all night
Lose our morals, manners, and minds, alright
Now that I like
[Verse 7]
I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like
That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high
I can drink to that all night, that's the stuff I like
That's the kind of party makes you throw your hands up high
'Bout to tie one on, talking gone, gone, gone
Turing all the wrongs into right
[Verse 8]
I can drink to that all night
I can drink to that all night
I can drink to that all night
I can drink to that all night
[Verse 9]
Take your cup, fill it up, you can't raise it high enough
Take your cup, fill it up, you can't raise it high enough
Take your cup, fill it up, you can't raise it high enough
Take your cup, fill it up, you can't raise it high enough
Written by: Brad Warren, Brett Warren, Derek George, Lance Miller
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