Yo, what's the deal, Ain't pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this right You know what I'm sayin', you how it go Just day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, yo
Aiyo, a night, New York City, heard it goin' down night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, they ring off Lock the doors, that's when just g'd off Cigars, paisley Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the The cashier was scared, she for my info The manager arrived with two guards, an insult That's the cause, just We talkin' bout 5 dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough And your read, you gon' slay those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, the show guest: Starks / Mark Ronson First five hundred bitches went he let them on and in All he did was plug me in, I got the Got they bras and ran through they apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
When I step into the party, all the ladies want to I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my Ghost I can you what they say haters, if you want to know say ooooooh wee When I'm in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll Be my Juliet and I can be your If you actin' menace I can pick hoe Oooooooooh (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the of the summer, or even twenty below I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my They say weeeee
Aiyo, My here to party, just to cut up a rug Don't make me to cut up a thug Now something for D.J., 'cause there's nothin' but love by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we roll out, we roll on dubs, up bud The Theodore Unit, we the club Mamies, they ass, they throwin' it up a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)