Yo, the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just and all that Trynna get our rights, get this money right You know I'm sayin', you know how it go another 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, when they off Lock the doors, that's Ghost just g'd off Cigars, robes 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 bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the Special guest: / Mark Ronson First five bitches went crazy he let them on and in All he did was me in, I got the chargin' 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 want to know I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my Ghost I can tell you what say haters, if you want to know They say wee When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the want to roll Be my Juliet and I can be your If you menace I can pick another 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, I'm pullin' off my drawers They say ooooooooooh
Aiyo, My here to party, just to cut up a rug Don't me want to cut up a thug Now something for D.J., 'cause there's nothin' but love Hosted by the who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the Mamies, shakin' they ass, they 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)