[Intro]
This one is freaky
This one is for the club
This one is sexy
Tamia, that's what's up
(Where you at?)

[Chorus]
On my way
You know it's a party
In my powder blue coupe with Chanel's on
You know it's a party
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
You know it's a party

[Verse 1]
Tonight, I'm ready to get it on (Get it on)
Move a little to all my favorite songs (Favorite songs)
If you don't already know, I'm the one
But I just came out to have some fun
Seen him looking, so he made his way up to me
I was at the light, he was in back of me
He was cute, but I didn't have time to speak
I got somewhere I gotta be
[Chorus]
On my way
You know it's a party
In my powder blue coupe with Chanel's on
You know it's a party
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
You know it's a party

[Verse 2]
At the spot, with my girls, guess who I see? (Who I see)
Same dude that was parked in back of me (Back of me)
He asked me if I wanted something to drink
I told him I came out so I can dance
I ain't really trynna kick it, I got a man
The DJ's on point, so move your feet
Stop talkin' me to death, your game is weak
Boy, you're really making me wanna have a seat

[Chorus]
On my way
You know it's a party
In my powder blue coupe with Chanel's on
You know it's a party
Whoa, oh, oh, oh (c'mon)
(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
You know it's a party
[Bridge]
(Who you wit'?) Trackmasters
Get on the floor
When you hear this in your speakers
If you're at the bar
Go and put your drink up
Stop posing and wake up
Don't be afraid to mess up your makeup
Let's get it on tonight (Let's get it on tonight)
And move your body like
(T-M, we get money all day with Red Cafe)

[Verse 3: Red Cafe]
Ayy yo, Chef Boy-izzy
From your city
I'm a Bad Boy, I don't even know Diddy
Tone with me, mojo with me
I fly out of town
I don't bring no clothes with me
I licky, licky on your tig ol' bitties
In my Timbs and my Dickie
How they do it out in Philly
Bada boom, bada bing, bada bang
I done had a lotta lips on my pinky ring, bling
Permanent pimp, I don't smoke no cheeba
I just chase fools like arriba arriba
According to Poke, I'm a champagne flow-er
If I get up in your juice, I can make a mimosa
See my approach is nothing like a player
It's more like a coach, but we never fly coach
My Cadillac will give you cataracts
Red Cafe, Tamia, where you at?
[Chorus]
On my way
You know it's a party
In my powder blue coupe with Chanel's on
You know it's a party
Whoa, oh, oh, oh (c'mon)
(Can't spell Tamia without the T-M)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
You know it's a party
On my way
You know it's a party
In my powder blue coupe with Chanel's on
You know it's a party
Whoa, oh, oh, oh (c'mon)