After the show it's the after party then
After the party it's the hotel lobby 
and
After the Belve' then it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's 
probably this (Fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta
Remix with the homie from 
the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live 
Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us 
or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' 
twin Porsches
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghosties
Whoever 
come closest - you've been warned
But niggaz don't get the picture 'til the 
weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be 
drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with 
mama
Poppin' bottles of Cris with mama
Put the bar on the tab for 
mama
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for mama
Cause it's about to go down 
tonight
I'ma be drinkin' 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high 
like a muh'f**kin ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me feel 
ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when they see the frozen 
ice
They say - my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only cause 
I

While y'all gotta club, they done f**kin' wit arenas
Gotcha man 
sayin "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah she wit' me on the low
Gettin high 
off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'

Fiesta - Fiesta, 
Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, 
Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

Switchin' 
lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a girl named Tasha, in the 
'burbs
Took the hood then I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs 
or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear this club 
up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' nuff
Ready to BOO 
knock 'em fresh outta jizzail
I need some WOO from all the honey's on the 
DL
I said - my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the 
strippers on fizzles
They say - my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' 
from that up and down sizzle

Fiesta!

I put the big body up, come 
through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if 
you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit' Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for 
life
I'm like Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the 
gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through 
me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstacy

Aiiyo I come through 
stunnin, plus I'm gettin blunted
In the new six-hundred with the big rims on 
it
We rock rocks that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the 
drops is colder (aahh)
You see V-I-P - me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin 
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the 
dough
Mami roll more trees before it's time to go
C'mon

If you got 
cash money then you feel this s**t
And if you rollin on them things then you 
feel this s**t
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this s**t
If 
you'se a motherf**kin' thug then you feel this s**t
If you smokin' on some 
'dro then you feel this s**t
And if you off that ecstacy you gots to feel 
this s**t
If you sippin' on some Cris' you gots to feel this s**t
And if 
you throwin' up and s**t, you gots to feel this s**t
Fiesta

Fiesta, 
Fiesta...