[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Yeah)
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: Diesel]
Pull up to the club, heard that n***a hostin'
But we ain't walkin' in 'til they pay me what they owe me
Paparazzi flash, lookin' somethin' like a strobe light (Flash)
Diamonds on my neck 'cause I'm blessed, kazoom type (Yeah)
P-P-Playstone manner, then it's off to Play House (Yup)
My studio, bitches poppin' at my house (Oh)
Secret Sundays, pop a bottle, put your lighters up (Yup)
If you ain't make it in, it's aight, baby, roll with us

[Pre-Chorus: Kevin McCall]
I-I'm about to turn the lights down low up in this club
And if you really came to party, let me see everybody with your lighters up

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Yeah)
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: Diesel]
We break down, smoke up like a boat truck (Alright)
Ace by the case, put your motherfuckin' lighters up (Hey)
The squad in the club, Mac Diesel turnt up (Yeah)
Breezy bought the bar, we off of bottles of what the fuck
The booty is poppin', n***a (Ah)
The bitches just plottin' (Ah)
We choose a couple of hotties (Ah)
And put some drugs in their body (Ew)
(By the way) Just do it
Rockstar life, spark a lighter for the movement, cuz

[Pre-Chorus: Kevin McCall]
I-I'm about to turn the lights down low up in this club
And if you really came to party, let me see everybody with your lighters up

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Yeah)
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 3: 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 (Yeah)
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your hands in the air right now (Yeah!)
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Yeah)
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your hands in the air right now (Yeah!)

[Outro: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown]
And we gon' burn it up (Burn it up, yeah!)
'Til the DJ turn it up (Turn it up, yeah!)
Put your lighters up if you got that fire (Yeah!)
Smoke in the air (Yeah), got me feelin' so right (Yeah, hey!)
And we gon' burn it up (Burn it up)
'Til the DJ turn it up (Turn it up)
We 'bout to set this club on fire, let the motherfucker burn (Yeah)
We don't gotta worry, let the motherfucker burn (Yeah, yeah)