Yo, what's the deal, Ain't pa, we just here and all that get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you how it go Just day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, yo
Aiyo, a night, New York City, heard it goin' down night, midnight, Atlantic City 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 for my info The manager with two guards, that's an insult That's the cause, because We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh And your read, you gon' slay those lows We got scribbes, Acid, rockin' the show Special guest: Starks / 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 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 the party, all the ladies want to know I'm wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga 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 want to roll Be my and I can be your Romeo If you actin' menace I can another 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 cold Let me tell you what they say, when I'm off my drawers say ooooooooooh weeeee
Aiyo, My here 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 nothin' but by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we roll out, we on dubs, rollin' up bud The Unit, we controllin' the club 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)