(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) [Repeated in background throughout song]

[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs]
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon` ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go `head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta ni**az wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

[Verse 1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Ni**az 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 Orangemound for y`all ni**az 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 ni**az 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 ni**az 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 that puss like ya know it

[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
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
Roll candy paint, blowin` purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain`t
I`m posted in the club, we can get it poppin`
Ya 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
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

[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo Gotti]
This for all my street ni**az and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, s**t

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin` it trill
Ain`t no need to ask if you see
Ain`t nobody gon` keep it triller than me
Myself and I that`s Bun B
I`m a G, I`m a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I`m 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 damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it`ll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin`
Steppin` out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin`
People start oohin` me eyein` soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G`s and don`t try to fight it, got dro and we fixin` 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
Cuz we havin` a gangsta party man everyone`s invited

[Hook x2: Yo Gotti]