Yo, what's the deal, Ain't nuthin' pa, we just and all that Trynna get our head rights, get 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 Friday night, midnight, Atlantic Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost g'd off Cigars, robes Four bitches me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared, she asked for my The manager arrived two guards, that's an insult That's the cause, because We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't dough And horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the Special guest: / 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 whole (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
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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 They say wee When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to 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 they say, I'm pullin' off my drawers They say weeeee
Aiyo, My games to party, just to cut up a rug Don't me want to cut up a thug Now play something for D.J., 'cause there's but love by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we roll out, we on dubs, rollin' up bud The Theodore Unit, we the club Mamies, shakin' they ass, they it up a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
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