Lil’ Wayne – Grove St. Party Lyrics

I got a whole lot of money,

Pop that pussy for me,

My homie got that yoppa,

Hell bang it at a coppa

Ey, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!

Stove on my waist, cook your ass up gourmet

All black 4 4 do you want foreplay

I’m going at your face like oil of ole

No champagne, but you know my flag Rose,

Swagga on steroids, canseco jose

No living records, we so bout it bout it

I’m higher than a bitch, feel like I climb a fucking mountain,

Illest nigga you know my accountant still counting

Shots hit him a minute ago, but he’s body still bouncing!

Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead,

Gotta kill the witnesses cause birdman car red

Hollygrove monster, eagle street creature,

Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher.

I live in miami, nigga, I’ll south beach ya

Robin Leach uh that’s how we balling!

You know that I’m loaded, but please don’t think it’s sweeter,

Beat one of you bitch niggas up like john cena

Then hoes on yo money tell then hoes we commin

Before we get it popping, we aint trading hoes, we swappin

Yea, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!

Big head desert eagle call it "shotty"

Howd you get that money stunna told me that

The zan took me under, patrone brought me back

I’m leanin on these niggas like I coughta flat

I’m a breath of freash air let the bitch breathe

I had to chillax but I had to do it dev

I’m at the funeral like I had to do it rev

Mack you my big brother I’ll split a wig for ya

I put that on repeat untill the bury me

Moment of clarity; yea that’s my diamond game

I keep a fine bitch cuz I like the finner things

Fuck with me slime, no brain on the whip I got

Nothin in mind carter 4 they aint fuckin with mine

I dropped that sorry for the wait to make up

For the time

Verse 2 (Lil B)

Yeah I do my thing bitch what’s up?

Young based god came in with the ballers

Iced out chain bitch, I’m rich with that same shit

See 5 hoes on my dick bitch it’s christmas

Striaght west stide bay area bitch I’ll graze em

Gritty boy bitch based god from the angles

On like a craddle and you niggas can’t stop me

Shout out to Mack Mane gettin rich and cockey

Bitches still west side shout out to weezy

Young based god with that 55 heater

187 bitch I put it to 11 bitch

With that tiny shirt mane

And the tiny pants mane

I’m on based world and I fucks with cash money

My niggas don’t understand man

The game like a chain

Woo woo! SWAG bitch brang-dang-dang man

Bra off the top ima wolf pack hitter

My life just painting and I paint

You a pictrue mane thing bout it young

Paid ass nigga This tha stunt music

Bitch I just dos it and it’s Lil B

And I’ll muthafuckin prove it, we runnin