Mark Ronson


  • Everyday (& A$ap Rocky)
  • Ooh Wee ( & GHOSTFACE KILAH )

    Текст песни

    "Yo, what's the deal, nigga?
    Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that
    Trynna get our head rights, get this money right
    You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go
    Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
    Yo, yo
    Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
    Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City
    Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
    Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
    Cigars, paisley robes
    Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
    The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
    The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult
    That's the cause, just because
    We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough
    And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows
    We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show
    Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson
    First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in
    All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'
    Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment
    (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
    Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
    Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
    When I step into the party, all the ladies want to know
    I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost
    I can tell you what they say haters, if you want to know
    They say ooooooh wee
    When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll
    Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo
    If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe
    Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
    In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
    I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' cold
    Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers
    They say ooooooooooh weeeee
    Aiyo, aiyo
    My games here to party, just to cut up a rug
    Don't make me want to cut up a thug
    Now play something for D.J., 'cause there's nothin' but love
    Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
    When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
    The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club
    Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up
    Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
    Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
    Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
  • Uptown Funk ( feat. Bruno Mars )
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