I Don't Wanna Party

I'on really wanna party I just want a Rari, Jr. Told my people I'm sorry, I just want a Rari Pull, pull up in a Benz I'on really wanna party I just want the money, everything foreign all that other shit bore me I just want a profit, Pippen shit got me feeling like Scottie Oh I could never be a Robin, cause I'm chasing the coins I'm on it better than Sonic She love it when it's in her stomach, everybody gotta comment Fuck about ya comments, I'm only chasing the commas Give a fuck bout you mambas, only chasing blue hunnits You say you keep it a hunnit, well all money change nonsense make me vomit Bout to bubble up like a comic, hit the scene hard I'm a comet Especially how I'm coming, bitch we got nothing in common I'm a winner to you that shit is uncommon, I'm in the game you a drummer Give you the ball you'll fumble, you's a bitch you'll tumble The world full of Rapunzel's, too many rats in the jungle But they've awoken a monster, been grinding like monster On the B.M.X. that they sponsor, kick game Lu Kane, goat shit I'm two great Bitch I been walking in two J's the dick riders, keep them from riding the new wave Damn free all my people from them chains, the money I'm really on it think it's a game Get no sleep, up all night like Bruce Wayne, I'm "OD" Bout the money like Martin Payne to Gina, it's a problem I'ma swing Serena Bout the money, big temper and I swear it's not an average fever Hot head and you don't wanna meet 'em, bout my paper, I'll really make a thug turn diva Play no games cause I'll sock a bitch FIFA, and I'm good on my own I'on really vibe with too many people, chasing checks, so you pay for a feature It's G.V.O. around me, if you ain't, I'm the type to delete ya, running to the bank The money a teach ya, aye And it's G.V.O. around me, if you ain't, I'm the type to delete ya Bad vibes make me feel I'm the reaper Got stripes and this Shit ain't Adidas Bad vibes, make me feel I'm the reaper Told my people I'm sorry, I just want a Rari Pull up in a Benz I'on really wanna party I just want the money, everything foreign all that other shit bore me I just want a profit, Pippen shit got me feeling like Scottie Oh I could never be a Robin, cause I'm chasing the coins I'm on it better than sonic She love it when it's in her stomach, everybody got to comment Fuck about ya comments, I'm only chasing the commas Give a fuck bout you mambas, only chasing blue hunnits You say you keep it a hunnit, well all money change nonsense make me vomit Bout to bubble up like a comic, hit the scene hard I'm a comet Especially how I'm coming, bitch we got nothing in common I'm a winner to you that shit is uncommon, I'm in the game you a drummer Give you the ball you'll fumble, you's a bitch you'll tumble The world full of Rapunzel's, too many rats in the jungle But they've awoken a monster, Jr.