| Yo, what’s the deal, nigga? |
| Ain’t nuthin' pa, we just here and all that |
| Tryna get our head rights, get this money right |
| You know what I’m sayin', you know how it go |
| Just another day in the hood, yo, yo |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |
| Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down |
| Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City |
| Slot machines, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, when they ring off |
| Lock the doors, that’s when ghost just g’d off |
| Cigars, paisley robes |
| Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window |
| The cashier was scared, she asked for my info |
| The manager arrived with two guards, that’s an insult |
| That’s the cause, just because |
| We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain’t play doh, dough |
| And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows |
| We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show |
| First five hundred bitches went crazy, he let them on and in |
| All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin' |
| Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |
| Ooh, wee, ooh wee |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |
| Ooh, wee, ooh wee |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |
| When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know |
| I’m hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga, ghost |
| I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know |
| They say, ooh wee |
| When I’m roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll |
| Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo |
| If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe |
| Ooh, wee |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |
| In the middle of the summer or even twenty below |
| I’m a bad muthafucka, I’m way to fuckin' cold |
| Let me tell you what they say, when I’m pullin' off my drawers |
| They say ooh wee |
| Aiyo, aiyo, my games here to party, just to cut up a rug |
| Don’t make me wanna cut up a thug |
| Now, play something for D.J. 'cuz there’s nothin' but love |
| Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub |
| When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud |
| The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club |
| Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up |
| Like a B.E.T. commercial, I’m wrappin' it up |
| Ooh, wee, ooh wee |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |
| Ooh, wee, ooh wee |
| (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) |