House Party

[Intro: Meek Mill] I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom I fuck her while the water running Her friend knocking at the door And she screaming out "I'M CUMMIN!" I tell em meet me in the bathroom I fuck her while the water running Her friend knocking at the door And she screaming [DJ Drama] House party, I'ma play the DJ Martin Lawrence You know I’m always there forever, man Those guys, Kid and Play [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I tell em meet me in the bathroom I fuck her while the water running Her friend knocking at the door And she screaming out "I'M CUMMIN!" And my younging in my other room, fucking up my sheets She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you’re fucking up my weave I got a hundred bottles, Ciroc Boy All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy I fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound French Montana on all these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down Every time I’m in the club these niggas is not around Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound White girls, gone wild We don't judge em though, they ain't on trial Bad bitches got em on dial Its bottoms up but is going down [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 [Interlude] Ciroc all on my table bitches in the living room They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two Bottles poppin', models watchin' all in my living room [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Chris] Meet us at the Bunny Ranch, you know where the honeys camp Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped Gotta be a natural born star, doing shit that money can’t Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain’t Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift Ima hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker, hey bitch Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low And they all simon says, she do what I say so Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back When we done partying, where the Marely at that loud pack Haters can’t tell us shit Don't knock me, tell your bitch House party popping on that Martin shit we’re yelling switch Cold bottles, gold magnums, gold bottles We spitting on each other pussy and them hoes swallow [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] ATL Lou Will ville Tryna to show em how my nigga Louis will feel Thursday call it Meek Millville You got a car ride in a Benz man its the real deal We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though Lights camera action, we gon' make a movie ho She looking all at my wrist, she love how this Muller glow Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though Cooler than a fan, fresh like its Easter Homie I don't even want your bitch, you can keep her She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista [Hook]