Yo, what's the deal, Ain't nuthin' pa, we here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this right You know what I'm sayin', you how it go Just another day in the (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, yo
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they off Lock the doors, that's when just g'd off Cigars, paisley bitches guardin' 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, just We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh And your horoscope read, you slay those lows We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, the show guest: Starks / Mark Ronson First five hundred bitches went crazy he let on and in All he did was me in, I got the chargin' Got they bras and ran they whole apartment (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 tell you what say haters, if you want to know say ooooooh wee When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the want to roll Be my and I can be your Romeo If you actin' I can pick another hoe Oooooooooh (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the middle of the summer, or even twenty I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to cold Let me tell you what say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers They say ooooooooooh
Aiyo, My games to party, just to cut up a rug make me want to cut up a thug Now play something for D.J., 'cause nothin' but love Hosted by the who lookin' for somethin' to rub we roll 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)