Party No Mo' (feat. Gucci Mane) - Ludacris

Banana boat full of blow Banana clip to cut ya throat Banana dro, come take a smoke Banana diamonds, yellow stone Heavy snow, that berry blow That cherry coke got stupid dough Plenty mo', you think I booked a Hundred, shows I'm selling dope I'm into wishin', rollin', kushin' Sippin' lean and burnin' piff You gotta fifth, I gotta pint You took a shot, I took a sip I plead the 5th, ain't saying shit Go get my lawyer, get him quick Spent 80 grand to beat a case I whipped it like my purple whip I call a hit like Sosa did Them killas blitz ya house ya monkey I got so much jewelry on me Still you can't take nothing from me It up, I cook it up And get some head while rolling blunts Water paint, water stain I'm lookin' down, she lookin' up Beamer truck, I rim it up Spent 80 thou', 400 stones She suck a dick while rollin' blunt She keep the boss man bustin' nuts I get it off, she get it up Me and her both can't get enough We in the goat, I'm in the ghost I'm tryna beat that pussy up Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking Shit can turn into a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party A slumber party Mama, have a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a—yeah Her negligees are Burberry Her lingerie game very straight Her oral sex is very wet My sex so great she gainin' weight I cook a cake, she cook a steak We three estates, you Section 8 Stay out her face, she hardly date She fuckin' Gucci, shawty, damn! Everyday's a ballin' day Just yesterday we bought a lake Tomorrow bought us 2 Camaros '08 and a '68 We trappin' fast with stupid cash So rap on with your stupid ass It's Gucci Mane, no stupid ass I keep on making stupid cash Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking Shit can turn into a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party A slumber party Mama, have a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a—yeah Got that Super Soaker Pussy pop like Cola Coca Plus it's tighter than a choker Got him smilin' like the Joker Got that ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne Little Mermaid on my linen When yo' mama sleepin' You can call me and get all up in it Bank rolls Get me all them pretty furs 'Cause my pussy game cold When he hit it he say burr He say b-b-b-b-bur I'ma, I'ma marry her And he p-lay with that purr (pearl) Like he strummin' his guitar That's me, I am Minaj I am Ni-Nicki Minaj And if you want a ménage Keep a couple pretty broads Look, head game busy busy Make a nigga dizzy dizzy Bitch, I'm at that slumber party Sippin' on that frizzy chrissy Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking Shit can turn into a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party A slumber party Mama, have a slumber party You can't meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a—yeah

Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town