Yo, what's the deal, Ain't nuthin' pa, we just 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, they ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost g'd off Cigars, robes Four guardin' me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared, she asked for my The manager arrived with two guards, an insult That's the cause, because We talkin' bout 5 dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, the show guest: Starks / Mark Ronson First five hundred bitches went he let them on and in All he did was me in, I got the chargin' Got they bras and ran through whole apartment (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 hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my Ghost I can tell you they say haters, if you want to know say ooooooh wee When I'm in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll Be my Juliet and I can be 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 fuckin' Let me tell you what they say, I'm pullin' off my drawers say ooooooooooh weeeee
Aiyo, My games to party, just to cut up a rug make 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, shakin' ass, they 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)