Lil Wayne — Gangsta Party

Feat. Lil B [Lil Wayne] I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me My homie got that yopper, he'll bang it at a copper Ay! Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party Stove on my waist, cook yo' ass up - gourmet All-black .44, do you want fo'play? I'm goin at your face like Oil of Olay No champagne, but you know my flag Rosé Swagger on steroids -- Canseco, José No Limit Records, we so +Bout It, Bout It+ I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fuckin mountain Illest nigga you know, my accountant's still countin Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body's still bouncin Beam on the hammer, beam on ya forehead Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher I live in Miami, nigga I'll South Beach ya Robin Leach, uh, THAT'S how we ballin You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we comin Boy, we get it poppin, we ain't savin hoes, we swappin Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party Big head Desert Eagle, call it shotty How'd you get that money? Stunna taught me that That Zan took me under, patron brought me back I'm leanin on these muddahfuckers like I caught a flat And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat, HA~! What the lick read? I'm in the big league I'm a breath of fresh air, let the bitch breathe! I'm tryna to chillax but I had to do it, death I'm at the funeral like "I had to do it, Rev!" Mack you my big brother, I split a wig for you Put that on their repeat, until they bury me Moment of clarity, yeah that's my diamond game I keep a fine bitch, 'cause I like the finer things He-haha! ...Fuck with me slime No brain on the whip, I've got nothin in mind, haha Carter IV! They ain't fuckin with mine I drop that "Sorry 4 the Wait" to make up for the time, YEA! [Lil B] Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up? Young Based God, came in with the ballers Iced-out chain, bitch, I'm rich off that same shit Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch it's Christmas Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch I'll grave em Pretty boy shit, Based God from the angles On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me Shouts out to Mack Maine, gettin rich and cocky Bitch it's still Westside, shouts out to Weezy Young Based God with that fifty-five heater 187 bitch, I-I pull a 2-11 bitch With that tiny shirt mayne, and that...tiny pants mayne (Meow...swag!) I'm on Based World and I fuck wit, Cash Money niggas Don't understand man, the game like a chain, mayne That WOO! WOO! Swag, bitch! Brr-rang-dang-dang-dang mayne Bruh, off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter Man, my life just a painting, and I, paint you a picture, mayne Think about it. a young paid-ass nigga This that stuntin music, yeah bitch, I just dos it It's Lil B, and I'll muh'fuckin prove it, we run it! (Swag!) Manye, shouts out to Lil Wayne, baby (Shouts out to New Orleans!) I can't believe niggas gettin money down there FUCK with me! SWAG! (Weezy, I see you, what it do?) Motherfucker party with bitches mayne, what it do? (EH-HEHEHEHEHEH!) Yeah... Ayyyyy!