[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got a whole lot of money, pop that #~!!@ for me
My homie got that yopper, he'll bang it at a copper

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my waist, cook your $$# up gourmet
All-black 44, do you want foreplay?

I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag Rose
Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose

No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm higher than a (*##$, feel like a climbed a $#&@ing mountain
Illest ^!$$% you know, my accountants still counting

Shot hit him a minute ago but his body's still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red

Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher
I live in Miami ^!$$%, I'll South Beach ya

Robin Leach, uh, that's how we ballin
You know that I'm loaded but please don't think its sweeter
Beat one of you (*##$ ^!$$%s up like John Cena

Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming
Before we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we swapping
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 leaning on you mutha$#&@ers like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick read? I'm in the big league

I'm a breath of fresh air ?Let the (*##$ breathe!?
I'm trying to chillax but I had to do it, dev