Fiesta (feat. JAY Z, Boo & Gotti) [Remix]

After the show it's the after party

Then after the party it's the hotel lobby

And after the Belve' then it's probably Cris'

And after the original it's probably this

Fiesta

Yes ma, Bed Stuy, Fiesta

Remix with the homey from the Midwest side

Game recognize game, **** do too

It's a new 2 Live crew

I suppose you knew

So thugs **** ya toasters

But don't approach us

Or  ****'ll chase you

Like Moet mimosas

Catch us both coasters

Racin' twin Porches

Boxsters with ****

That'll pop ya to make ya ghosts

Whoever come closest

You've been warned

But **** don't get the picture

'Til the **** is drawn

Make your way backstage

Baby girl it's on

And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with mama

Poppin' bottles of Cris' with mama

Put the bar on the tab for mama

Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for mama

'Cause it's about to go down tonight

I'ma be drinking till the early lizzight

Shorty like an mmm, kizzite

Take three honeys just to make me feel rizzight

My, my, my, my, my

Is what they all say when they see the frozen ice

They say, my, my, my, my

Anytime they see them big things on the rizzide

While y'all gotta club date I'm **** with arenas

Gotcha man saying Kelly have you seen her?

Yeah, she with me on the low

Gettin' **** off the ****

Got her **** on the floor

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Rocland

Fiesta, Fiesta

Roc-a-Fella

Fiesta, Fiesta

TM

Fiesta, Fiesta

Switchin' lanes in my six, in the burbs

I met a broad named Tasha, in the burbs

Took the hood then I moved it, to the burbs

Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the burbs

And we about to to tear this club up

Don't worry 'bout expenses 'cause I got that, sure 'nough

Ready to FOO, knock 'em fresh outta jizzail

I need some WOO from all the honeys on the DL

I said my, my, my, my

It's what them thugs yelling

When the strippers on the pizzoles

They say, my, my, my, my

Got Keisha yellin' from that up and down shizzle

While y'all gotta club date I'm **** with arenas

Gotcha man saying Kelly have you seen her?

Yeah, she with me on the low

Gettin' **** off the ****

Got her **** on the floor

I put this big body up

Come through in the Rover

Not only Kelly and Gotti

It's Boo and Hova

Pop Cris' if you like

My ice glist' in the light

I'm with Rocland right?

So I'm rich for life

I'm like heaven

Everybody wanna get to me

How you make it to the gates

And forget the key

I'm the one God chose

So you blessed through me

Gotti Floyd get you **** than that ****

Hey, yo, I come through stuntin'

Plus I'm gettin' ****

In the new six-hunnid

With the big rims on it

We rock rocks that'll light your shoulders

Got a lotta hot cars but the drops is colder

You see VIP, me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov

Drinkin' Cris' like it's H2O

All we do is spend cheese

'Cause we love the dough

Mami **** more **** 'fore it's time to go

C'mon

Now If you got cash money then you feel this ****

And if rollin' on them things then you feel this ****

If you drunk off in the club then you feel this ****

If you's a money-making thug then you feel this ****

If you **** on some **** then you feel this ****

And if your hands is in the air

You gots to feel this ****

If you're sippin' on some Cris' you gots to feel this ****

And if you're throwin' and **** you gots to feel this ****

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Yeah, yeah

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Rocland

Fiesta, Fiesta

Roc-a-Fella

Fiesta, Fiesta

Trackmasters

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta