Paroles: Gucci Mane. Writing On The Wall. It's My Party.

[Chorus: x2]
It's my party buy a dub if you want to, dirty if you want to, whatever I front chu, a block on da plate take a line if you want to, you know dat chu want to I know wat chu goin through

[Verse 1:]
Ridin down the half thirty bags of da drought, gucci run da six with a pot and a fork, hell yeah I rob, hell yeah I steal, hell yeah I smoke drank and pop pills, nigga dis my party where do u live, who let chu in who'd chu get her, gucci go bunka, mad da flow is monster, old folks wonder how I ride hummer, corvette, old skool vert look like tonka, 4d gangsta me coru and rocker, choppa, might jump out just like flocka, nigga try us be missin like jenny harper so icey

[Verse 2:]
I'm brown, da cut leak moett might leak out, million dolla trap out n I just cashed out, got da red card tons it can't max out, n I bring packs out, thrax out sacks out, it's my block dats where dem slengs get slammed out and issue dat crack out try to take my crack house, can I suck yo dick, hell nah u junkie bitch, can't touch my work I'll beat cho worthless peace of shit, I'm up three million and dats just hittin licks, I sell white ick, all time base bricks, safety compartment safety deposit glock no safety I already cocked it, gucci toat bags can't fit in da wallet, I'm all bout da profit so feds can't watch it