Lyrics:

The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go, right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know

Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

Outside, slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night

Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I'm on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light 'cause later on gon' be tight
6-4 low rider, solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes

Spangled banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches
Blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it's a party all around us

The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go, right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know

Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick

Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I'm still playing with bricks

My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby, keep it raw, have you modeled before
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture

Starting at your toes and I'm travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy

The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go, right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know

Because we 'bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a glock for my bodyguard, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Artest

Niggas saying that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
Damn near, got carpel tunnel, trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up

Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of ten foot four

Niggas 'round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it's really dough
I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke

Man, what gives
I got ideas they don't wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay ties and pay attention
I wanna thank God for this permission with this intention

The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I'm just ready to go, right before the party start, party start
Girl, I'm not gon' break your party heart, party heart
Girl, I'm just letting you know