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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
August Alsina
August Alsina
Songwriter
Ralph Jeanty
Ralph Jeanty
Songwriter
Sean McMillion
Sean McMillion
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, ayy Yeah, ayy Yeah, ayy Yeah, ayy (Mustard on the beat, hoe) You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it, my nigga (yeah, ayy) A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) And we still ain't gonna stop, my nigga (yeah, ayy) We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Bust it down on me to the floor (floor) Then go and pick it up, real slow (yeah) I bet the neighbors gon' call the popo (oh, oh) But we ain't never gave a fuck about those, no We ain't gon' turn down for shit (yeah) We might party until six (yeah) 'Til everybody call it quits (uh-uh) And the helicopter 'round this bitch Tonight, I'm too turnt up in this bitch No lie, oh, oh, I might call it quits You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it, my nigga (yeah, ayy) A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) And we still ain't gonna stop, my nigga (yeah, ayy) We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) The bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (yeah, ayy) Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) I'm sippin' out the red cup (yeah) That ain't all, I got a few rolled up (uh-uh) Bad bitch, I'm 'bout to handcuff (yeah) Bring her friend, I feel like givin' two fucks (two fucks) I ain't worried 'bout the law, oh I'm tryna put a little somethin' in your jaw It's time to pull up or shut up (oh) And do it again when we get up (girl) Tonight, I'm too turnt up in this bitch No lie, oh, oh, I might call it quits You know when this song come on, it's the shit, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (You know when this shit come on, my nigga) Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (Call a few bitches, no niggas, that's it my nigga) A house in the hills at the top, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (A house on the hills at the top, my nigga, yeah) Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (They gon' have to call 'em, they gon' have to call up) And we still ain't gonna stop, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (Oh no, no-no, no-no, no) We ain't scared of the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (Oh no, no-no, no-no, no) Bottles gon' get popped, my nigga (yeah, ayy) (Bottles for all of my niggas, bottles for all of my niggas) Party 'til they call the cops, my nigga (yeah, ayy) ('Til they call the cops on us, 'til they call the cops on us, yeah)
Writer(s): Nicholas Audino, August Alsina, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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