House Party

(Where the—, where the house party?

Where the—, where the house party?

Where the—, where the house party?

Where the motherfuckin' house party?)

(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)

Fuck a club, where the motherfuckin' house party?

I'm stupid high, I feel like Bob Marley

Cut my phone off, tell them bitches stop calling

Before I give your ass to Jeff Hardy

Come through, roll up and get some dick tonight

Too drunk so you know I can't drive

The boys in the hood ain't always oughta talk about it

You catch a body, try hard not to talk about it

Aye-aye-aye, tell them bitches pull up to the crib

I'm drunk as the fuck, I ain't tryna crash the whip

Rule number 1: Don't tell nobody where I live

This a penthouse suite, they ain't living like this

Bring your friend, fuck around and have a house party

It's a Monday night, look what I started

If I didn't hit you up, please don't call me

This ain't no B&B, this ain't no apartment

It's that fly shit, top floor, glass house, sky view

I know I made you ladies late, but I ain't try to

Dice game, I got whatever on the pyro

More whip by the case, we got lean and a Sprite, too

But look, tonight is the night

You know we got a live it up

For all the homies doing life

Drink what I want to

Smoke what I want to

Bitch, I don't know you

So no, you can't bum, fool

Fuck a club, where the motherfuckin' house party?

I'm stupid high, I feel like Bob Marley

Cut my phone off, tell them bitches stop calling

Before I give your ass to Jeff Hardy

Come through, roll up and get some dick tonight

Too drunk so you know I can't drive

The boys in the hood ain't always oughta talk about it

You catch a body, try hard not to talk about it

Aye, aye, aye-aye, come through if you're tryna live a life of the night

I'm the type that's gon' do it up right

I know you got a **** at home

We just living in the moment, we ain't pulling out no phones

Mixed the Casamigos with Patrón

The dye 42, they hit me with a rose

And you ain't gotta feel like a ho

You could do what you want, nobody gotta know

Mixed the Casamigos with Patrón

The dye 42, they hit me with a rose

And you ain't gotta feel like a ho

You could do what you want, nobody gotta know

Fuck a club, where the motherfuckin' house party?

I'm stupid high, I feel like Bob Marley

Cut my phone off, tell them bitches stop calling

Before I give your ass to Jeff Hardy

Come through, roll up and get some dick tonight

Too drunk so you know I can't drive

The boys in the hood ain't always oughta talk about it

You catch a body, try hard not to talk about it