Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Bun B
Vocals
8 Ball
Vocals
Marvin Gaye
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Carlos Broady
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Marvin Gaye
Songwriter
Premro Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Broady
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This ya boy, Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
'Cause this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball, and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Verse 2]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 3]
This for them big, thick, fine girls
Diamond-studded belly ring
**** who be flippin' that work, screamin', "Money ain't no thing"
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a Glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn
Orange mound for y'all **** don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball, whatever y'all **** wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen, I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing, I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky, **** get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop your pussy like ya know it
[Verse 4]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 5]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 6]
I was movin' 'caine, just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class, then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Rollin' candy paint, blowin' purple dank, **** claim they straight but I know they ain't
[Verse 7]
I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
Violate my gangsta partner, then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game, you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it, man
One of these hoes gon' get it, man
From the 'mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it, man
No fitted man, just a head band, Polo shirt, and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
[Verse 8]
I got my paper out the gutter, man
Sellin' bud, man, with my brother man
If you a North Memphis-raised during my D Boy days, you'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo' bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low
[Verse 9]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 10]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 11]
This here for all my street **** and bitches
From M Town to H Town
Free Pimp C, shit
[Verse 12]
Here we come, we keepin' it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Nobody gon' keep it triller than me, myself, and I, that is Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'ma ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south, you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women that's damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If your trunk ain't poppin', it'll show in neon, get it together
'Cause when I pull up at the valet, man, eyes wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out in the freshest clothes, brightest ice man, the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' and ahhin' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas, they wanna be us
We the G's (Don't try to fight it), got dro (And we finna light it)
Laid back and that thang up on us, we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball, two of Memphis tightest
'Cause we havin' a gangsta party, man, everyone's invited
[Verse 13]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
[Verse 14]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come by the bar with me
Damn pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta **** wild with me
Throughout the crowd with me
Written by: M. Gaye, M. Mims, C. Broady, B. Freeman, P. Smith