Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look, nigga, I came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumping in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be
Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Dirty version:] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime white porche carrera is milky Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'