Yo, what's the deal, Ain't nuthin' pa, we just and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this 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, heard it goin' 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, paisley Four bitches me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared, she asked for my The arrived with two guards, that's an insult the cause, just because We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh And your horoscope read, you slay those lows We got scribbes, Acid, rockin' the show guest: Starks / Mark Ronson First five bitches went crazy he let them on and in All he did was plug me in, I got the Got bras and ran through they 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 what they say haters, if you want to They say wee When I'm in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll Be my and I can be your Romeo If you menace I can pick another hoe weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) In the of the summer, or even twenty below I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to cold Let me tell you what they say, I'm pullin' off my drawers They say 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 nothin' but love by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we roll out, we roll on dubs, up bud The Theodore Unit, we the club Mamies, they 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)