[Chorus: Buddy]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go
Right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know
Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go
[Verse 1: Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy doors
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro
And one of them Rolex links, Mr. T necklace, Slick Rick rings
Diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I'm on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon' be tight
64 lowrider solid gold pipes
Stars and the stripes, Spangled Banner cameras and the lights
Stars out tonight, red carpet life
Standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers
It's a party all around us
[Chorus: Buddy]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go
Right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know
Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I'm still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I'm travelling north
Down South boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-Boy
[Chorus: Buddy]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go
Right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know
Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodyguard, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of Channel 4
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it's really dough
I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don't wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission
With this intention, ugh!
[Chorus: Buddy]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go
Right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know
Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go
