The Beat Bully - House Party lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom I f** 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 f** 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 f** 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, f**ing up my sheets She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're f**ing up my weave I got a hundred bottles, Ciroc Boy All my j**elry cold as f** but I'm a hot boy All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy And I heard you n***as talking money you should stop boy I f** b**hes by the group I get money by the pound French Montana on all these n***as ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down Every time I'm in the club these n***as 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 b**hes 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 b**hes in the living room They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too Only me and my n***as, 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 sh** 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 sh** You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift Ima hit her from the back, Meek get her face sh** He ain't wanna sway up in this motherf**er, hey b**h Hey b**h 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 sh** Don't knock me, tell your b**h House party popping on that Martin sh** we're yelling switch Cold bottles, gold magnums, gold bottles We spitting on each other p**y and them hoes swallow [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] ATL Lou Will ville Tryna to show em how my n***a 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 sh**, she tell me that I'm cooler though Cooler than a fan, fresh like its Easter Homie I don't even want your b**h, 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]