House Party

(Where the house party) (Where the house party) (Where the house party) (Where the motherfuckin' house party) 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 gotta talk about it You catch a body, try hard not to talk about it Tell them bitches pull up to the crib I'm drunk as fuck, I ain't tryna catch the whip Rule number one, don't tell nobody where I live This a penthouse suite, they ain't living like this Bring a 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 know no BnB, this ain't know apartment It's that fly shit, top floor, glass house, sky view I know I made you ladies late, but I ain't try too 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 gotta talk about it You catch a body, try hard not to talk about it Come through if you're tryna live a life of the night I'm a type that's gonna do it up right I know you got a nigga at home We just living in the moment, we ain't pulling out no phones Misa La Cosa pulling out Patrón The dye 42, they hit me with a rose You ain't gotta feel like a hoe You could do what you want, nobody gotta know Misa La Cosa pulling out Patrón We dye 42, they hit me with a rose You ain't gotta feel like a hoe 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 gotta talk about it You catch a body, try hard not to talk about it