Yo, what's the deal, nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you 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 Friday night, midnight, Atlantic Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when ring off the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off Cigars, robes Four bitches me safely as we walk to the window The was scared, she asked for my info The arrived with two guards, that's an insult That's the cause, because We talkin' 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough And your horoscope read, you gon' those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the 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 whole (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 wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost I can tell you they 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 Romeo If you menace I can pick another hoe weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the middle of the summer, or even twenty I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' Let me tell you what they say, I'm pullin' off my drawers say ooooooooooh weeeee
Aiyo, My here to party, just to cut up a rug Don't make me to cut up a thug Now play something for D.J., 'cause nothin' but love Hosted by the who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud The Unit, we controllin' the club 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)