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[Intro: Fabolous] Ay Meek Milly, is my n*ggas there? (Yea) Is there some b*tches there? (Yea) Is that Ciroc there? (Yea) Well let's go [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom I call that my V.I.P., f*ck a bad b*tch get some head-room If I score her and her girlfriend, I'm calling that And-1 If I murder that from the back, I'm calling it redrum All these bad hoes in my sight I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right And they like "Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" Loso bringing by Ciroc Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, La-Di-Da Wale said he on his way with Black Cobain and BOA MMG we in this b*tch, we balling hard, no we don't play We stacking chips like Frito Lay, flexing on these motherf*ckers I walk in the building and I'm fresher than a motherf*cker Shawty bad, yeah she a star I tell her bring it back like a DVR Ain't nobody leaving, cause we too far I tell her my d*ck can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR [Bridge] Ciroc all on my table, b*tches in the living room They gon' ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into" Only me and my n*ggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room Welcome to my house party party [Verse 2: Fabolous] I say one big room full of real n*ggas Bunch of bad b*tches, and some chill n*ggas Crib out in Bel-Air, no uncle Phil n*ggas So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Tigga I don't hear n*ggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga You little n*ggas do whatever make you feel bigger Every time I'm around y'all, something's a little fishy I smell, I smell, I smell pussy! What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview I'm into having intercourse, is that something that interests you? Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up Real house party sh*t now hold up your Dixie cup With your other hand, do me a f*cking favor Put your middle finger up and say "F*ck the neighbors!" And f*ck the haters, they never invited They can't get on my level, my level is private Who fly more than me? My level is pilot My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home [Hook] Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party [Verse 3: Wale] Hol' up, this gon' be one vicious flow, show me what it's hittin' for Promise if I kill her pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat Germantown my older b*tch, she call me her youngin' jawn Kick game in (?), I'm f*cking with plenty but Got a new (?), she got her a (?) MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as f*ck Haters love to talk you down when b*tches always speak you up Maybach! B*tch, we the winning team How can I illustrate, you drawing if you ain't with me Balling like I'm in that league, flossing out, yo b*tch gon' leave Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this sh*t O.D.! Mansion party, yea they on the couches Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom E'ry Friday new polish, shawty fly but she modest Double M G money speakin', bet you tired of talkin' [Bridge] Ciroc all on my table, b*tches in the living room They gon' ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into" Only me and my n*ggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room Welcome to my house party party [Verse 4: Mac Miller] You only getting one shot, I hope your picture takes B*tch I'm spitting on this remix like I'm Kid and play You know I'm getting laid like I'm Vincent Chase I'm thinking 'Ye should hit me up just say that sh*t is cray Off the backboard playa, I enjoy to bank Plus my people smoking on that pack, noise complaint I murder beats and get away, it's First 48 But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place 20 racks a night, that's on merchandise I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight Walking 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life White boy, gone wild, every time I do a show it's like the Pope in town And I call my girl Titanic, cause she go down Hope she don't drown, b*tch [Hook] Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party [Bridge] Ciroc all on my table, b*tches in the living room They gon' ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into" Only me and my n*ggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin' models watching all in my living room Welcome to my house party party |