Yo, what's the deal, Ain't nuthin' pa, we just and all that Trynna get our rights, get this money right You what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the (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, they ring 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 asked for my The manager arrived with two guards, that's an the cause, just because We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, ain't Play-doh dough And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those We got scribbes, Acid, rockin' 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 through they whole (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
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When I into the party, all the ladies want to know I'm wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost I can tell you what they say haters, if you want to say ooooooh wee When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the want to roll Be my Juliet and I can be your If you actin' menace I can pick hoe weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the middle of the summer, or even below I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' Let me tell you what say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers They say weeeee
Aiyo, My games here to party, to cut up a rug Don't me want to cut up a thug Now play for D.J., 'cause there's nothin' but love by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the Mamies, they ass, they throwin' it up a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
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