Grove St. Party

[Intro - Lil Wayne]

Woooo

Hahaha

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

I got a whole lot of 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 your ass 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 bitch

Feel like I climbed a fucking mountain

Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting

Shots 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 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 thing its sweeter

Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena

Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming

Boy we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we swapping, yeahh

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party

Big head Desert Eagle, call it Sade

I just get that money, Stunna taught me that

The zan took me under, patron brought me back

I'm leaning on these motherfuckers like I caught a flat

And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat, haa

What the lick read? I'm in the big league

I'm a breath of fresh air, let the bitch breathe

I'm trying to chillax, but I had to do it Dev

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 Mary P, until they bury me

Moment of clarity, yeah that's my diamond game

I keep a fine bitch cause I like the finer things

Fuck with me slime

No brain on the whip, I got nothing in mind

Carter IV, they ain't fucking with mine

I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait to make up for the time

Yeah!

[Verse 2 - Lil B]

Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?

Young BasedGod came in with the ballers

Iced out chain bitch, I'm rich off that same shit

See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch it's Christmas

Straight Westside, Bay Area

Bitch, I'll graze 'em

Pretty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles

On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me

Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky

Bitches still Westside, shouts out to Weezy

Young BasedGod with that .55 heater

187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch

With that tiny shirt mane

And that shiny pants mane

I'm on BasedWorld and I fuck with Cash Money niggas

Don't understand man, the game like a chain man

Woo woo! swag, bitch, brang-dang-dang man

Bro off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter

Man my life just a painting

And I paint you a picture, mane

Thing about it, a young paid-ass nigga

This that stunt music, yeah bitch I just do's it

It's Lil B and I'll motherfuckin' prove it

We runnin'