House Party (feat. Young Chris)

Yeah Yeah Yeah I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom I fuck her while the water runnin' Her friend knockin' at the door And she screamin' out I'm cummin' And my youngin in my other room, fuckin' up my sheets She tell me, "Boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin' up my weave" I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound French Montana on these niggas, ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around Everybody talking money, I say, "Prove it", not a sound Shhh, white girls, gone wild (gone wild) We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial (on trial) Bad bitches (bad bitches) got 'em on dial (on dial) It's bottoms up but it's going down Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room They gon' ask who at the door, tryna get in too Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Meet us at the Bunny Ranch, you know where the honeys camp Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped Gotta be a natural-born star, doin shit that money can't Daddy day care home, why you think your honey ain't? Who you think she stay with, this that Kid and Play shit You're main chick got our night job, you can get a day shift I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch Hey bitch hey hoe, yeah, we on that lay low And they all simon says, she do what I say so Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back When we done partyin', where the Marley at? That loud pack Haters can't tell us shit Don't knock me, tell your bitch House party poppin' on that Martin shit we're yelling switch Cold bottles, gold magnums, gold bottles We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party ATL, Lou Will-ville Tryna to show 'em how my nigga Louis will feel (what up, Louis?) Thursday, call it Meek Mill-ville (Meek Milly) You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though Lights camera action, we gon make a movie hoe She lookin' all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter Homie, I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her Pull off in the Lambo', I'm like hasta la vista Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party Welcome to my house party, party