I wanna party, I wanna party, I wanna party want a Bugatti
(Money Music) Aah-aah
I wanna party, I wanna p-, I wanna p-
I wanna party, don;t want the lean, I want the Bugatti, huh-aah
I wanna party, where's the lean?
I don't do Bacardi, don't wanna beam
I wanna Bugatti, I got a Beam
It's hot like a posse
Stackin' these hundreds, I'm stackin' that money
Shorty on me and she in my posse
Nippin' the fiends and I'm in the lobby
Robin my jeans 'cause swag is a hobby
I got stick, yeah, that forty is on me
Where's the lean?
I don't do Bacardi, don't wanna beam
I wanna Bugatti, I got a Beam
It's hot like a posse
Stackin' these hundreds, I'm stackin' that money
Shorty on me and she in my posse
Nippin' the fiends and I'm in the lobby
Robin my jeans 'cause swag is a hobby
I got stick, yeah, that forty is on me
I got stick, yeah, that forty is on me
Please do not fight me, I just play hockey
I'm like Spike Lee, I make a movie
They do not like me, they wanna shoot me
You cannot catch me, I move in silence
They cannot find him but I just fight 'em
It's perfect timin' just like the brown boy
And I like brown bills so I just mind 'em
I am that nigga up in my city
Yes it get gritty but I can last
I got a blicky it got a stiffy
If I see opps I just shoot 'em and dash
He is a demon, what is the reason?
Dat he walk up when shoot him and laugh
He was religious, he was not like this
Talkin' to devils, now he in the past
Cops on my ass, paperwork, I need that sellin' pain in the ass
Grain in the ass
Niggas talkin' shit, sayin' they don't want the fame, just the cash
Stop with the lyin', you still got a lot of follows
Workin' no cake in the stash
If it ain't a fact, well, I'm runnin' up in your crib, I'ma take it and dash
I wanna party, where's the lean?
I don't do Bacardi, don't wanna beam
I wanna Bugatti, I got a Beam
It's hot like a posse
Stackin' these hundreds, I'm stackin' that money
Shorty on me and she in my posse
Nippin' the fiends and I'm in the lobby
Robin my jeans 'cause swag is a hobby
I got stick, yeah, that forty is on me
Where's the lean?
I don't do Bacardi, don't wanna beam
I wanna Bugatti, I got a Beam
It's hot like a posse
Stackin' these hundreds, I'm stackin' that money
Shorty on me and she in my posse
Nippin' the fiends and I'm in the lobby
Robin my jeans 'cause swag is a hobby
I got stick, yeah, that forty is on me
