F#m                                        A     
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
Bm                                                  C#m
'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi like the Hollywood dough
F#m                           A
Everything big, no comin' up short
F#m                             E       
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
F#m                                       A
The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
Bm                                            C#m
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
F#m                                        A
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
Bm                                   C#m
Big mouth bass, start to smash that ass
F#m                             A
I build a bear before I build a bitch
Bm                                            C#m
I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick
F#m                               A
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
Bm                                  C#m
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
F#m                                 A                             
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
Bm                                       C#m
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
F#m                                             A
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
Bm                                   C#m
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on

[Hook: Adam Levine]
F#m                  
You're hotter than July (super hot)
A
Super colder than December (so cold)
Bm               C#m
You got me dancin'
F#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
A                   
Give them something to remember
Bm                 C#m
You got me dancin'

[Bridge]
F#m           A    Bm           C#m   
Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m           A    Bm           C#m   
While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m           A    Bm           C#m   
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m           A    Bm  C#m   
Come on, come on

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
F#m                           A
Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
Bm                               C#m
Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
F#m                                 A
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
Bm                                   C#m
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
F#m                                            A
I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
Bm                                         C#m
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
F#m                                A   
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
Bm                                           C#m
I used to have a bench full of bitches but didn't need 'em
F#m                          A
But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
Bm                           C#m    
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
F#m                               A
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
Bm                                 C#m  
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
F#m                                  A
But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
Bm                                 C#m
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
F#m                       A
What is you drinkin', or better yet
Bm                                                  C#m
Do you really know the meaning of life or are you sleeping

[Hook: Adam Levine]
F#m                  
You're hotter than July (super hot)
A
Super colder than December (so cold)
Bm               C#m
You got me dancin'
F#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
A                   
Give them something to remember
Bm                 C#m
You got me dancin'
F#m                  
You're hotter than July (super hot)
A
Super colder than December (so cold)
Bm               C#m
You got me dancin'
F#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
A                   
Give them something to remember
Bm                 C#m
You got me dancin'

[Bridge]
F#m           A    Bm           C#m   
Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m           A    Bm           C#m   
While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m           A    Bm           C#m   
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m           A    Bm  C#m   
Come on, come on

[Outro]
F#m       A        Bm   C#m       F#m                            
Morning, we don't stop till the morning
 A          Bm   C#m       D       
We don't stop, keep it going
F#m                 A
We gonna see it through
Bm                     C#m
And the rest is up to you