Yo, you got five seconds to get to the dance flow The roof about to blow, so so, let's go Remix All I see over here ain't nothing but a lot of hunnies looking for a man And it's with a lot of money bottles in their hand And short shirts hunnies trying to show that slope Lined up trying to get through the velvet rope It's over here when the jams drop, everybody ball Standing on the couch, it's like this side club Got the Bacardi and Chris style mix in too Blowing in the morning, I'ma feel the blues But the jams keep dropping and the drinks keep coming And the girls keep talking to me I mean, straight poppin', everybody jumping Making it hard for me to leave All you gotta do is call me and I'll come running to where the party at I keep a fat in a backpack, know what's happening In every city I'm rapping in If it's a after splash, I'm the last cat in Kitten purring, tight like virgin, like snow flurring The party begins when the slurping ends You do me, I do you Spend the night with boo-boo Let's have a private party for two But it's gotta be bumping in order for me to get crunk Run to the border for Colombians Study horticulture, my green thumb Keep them, watch a baker's Swiss stun I freak until I... I get number one Now here we go, how about another shot of Henny I hear the apple martini happen to help plenty Mami, binaki, the party's over here The hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here Now get with us, we true ballers Like the sixes, we all hopping out of sixes Mars is black, Jermaine's is champagne, jagged edge In the blue platinum, pearl white and green What a sight to be seen So, so, that's the crew I thought you knew, it's a beautiful thing I mean, it's none like us, it's true This sucker retire if the rocks we got got any right Whoa, once I'm in, then the game that I kick begin My nickname is ESPN Now if your Jewsis blue and your Gooses grey Send an OJ and let's party away Cat Guy, girls, Cat Guy flow Fill up in the party, snook in the back door I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rock Let me party with you till the cops come knock I'm trying to see what all the fuss about Bounce a little bit before they put me out I'm like the sun, this lil homie got beam Got girls 21 wishing they was 14 That's the effect of this freedom Bowie Z when I do it, I do it like it's for TV They might come close but you and I both know they can't see me I'm a so-so deaf representative Young niggas in the game, they was born to live And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack And we always know where the party at Hey, hey, where the party at? Roses on the way, whatever we're calling it Bottles and models talking all of that You know I can't resist Girl, where the party at? And I'm like, girl, where the party at? Girl, where the party at? If the party's waiting, let me see Man, I rip flows, get dough, every time I rip shows Rippers when we mad, shot, and shatters and bows No, they ain't never heard it like this before Whenever we pull up on the strip, they say Chickens, no meat, hundred-dollar maxes, shorts, tank tops, and holeys If it's about cash, I'm like, cash, chick, I'm on E, on everything Me and Jagger, every time we hit the club, he's soft and chained And if you don't come on down here, well, you can see that Anything you wanna be, best believe I beached that Where the G's at? Where the keys at? Where the 22's on your SUV at? Gotta add that from the door, gotta get me some more Man, you think I'm going on a groupie? No Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room Crown Royale, YJE, spit this belt a tune, it's over Over, dog