Yeah Guess who it is Hey it's the eb I'm so fly Me am ma boys, we pulled up on the spot In the Rolls Royce, them chicks saying dat we hot Dats right we peaceful now that None of us is even strapped wit a gat Man it's the first weekend of May Tell me what the heck ya gat to say We been so stressed like everyday So no complain if we partey Man dope music going on Being played by the dopest DJ in the Zone Ama download it on ma phone Make sure ma girl gon' play it all night long Man look at us Them bitches be like Jesus Whenever they see us They wanna hang with us Cuz they lifted whenever they around us Yea come party with us Man we them boyz Whenever we up on the block they all make noise Cuz we rich and hustlin just like Rick Ross And we so positive we don't oppose Everyone of us is so greater Each one of us gat a hater Don't care we still hustle for the paper Yo haters continue being the upsetters Lots o' champagne bottles popped in the house Yea keep the bottles comin' Lots o' girls flirtin' wit them boys in the house Yea keep them bitches comin' Lots o' girls splashin' in the pool tonight Yea keep them ladies swimmin' Lots o' people dancin' on them tunes tonight Yea DJ keep the music going on Me and ma boyz Ramzey and Esco We showin' them niggas that we hardcore Yea them suckers don't know Our shit's so bad we shoot we score Hey look it's ma nigga Blackass Luci He showed up with his bitch they all in gucci They up in they room listenin' to Toosie While Luci be fuckin' his bitch in her pussy Neighbors say we noisy but we ain't stoppin' It's a party in ma crib we still poppin And them raps from me be flowin' Party's still on bitch where are you goin' Yea Hey it's the Eb Am so fly