Yo, what's the deal, Ain't pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get 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, what a night, New York City, it goin' down night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost g'd off Cigars, robes bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared, she for my info The manager arrived with two guards, that's an That's the cause, because We talkin' bout 5 million here, this ain't Play-doh dough And your read, you gon' slay those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, the show Special guest: / Mark Ronson First five hundred bitches crazy he let them on and in All he did was plug me in, I got the Got they bras and ran they whole 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 the party, all the ladies want to know I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my Ghost I can tell you what they say haters, if you want to They say wee When I'm in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll Be my and I can be your Romeo If you actin' menace I can pick hoe Oooooooooh (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the middle of the summer, or twenty below I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' Let me tell you they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers They say weeeee
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 ladies who lookin' for to rub When we roll out, we roll on dubs, up bud The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the Mamies, shakin' they ass, 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)