House Party - Remix

Ay Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yea)

Is there some bitches there? (Yea)

Is that Ciroc there? (Yea)

Well let's go

I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom

I call that my V.I.P., fuck a bad bitch get some head-room

If I score 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 bitch, we balling hard, no we don't play

We stacking chips like Frito Lay, flexing on these mother fuckers

I walk in the building and I'm fresher than a motherfucker

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 dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR

Ciroc all on my table, bitches in the living room

They gon ask you at the door, "what you tryna get into"

Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two

Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

Welcome to my house party party

I say one big room full of real niggas

Bunch of bad bitches, and some chill niggas

Crib out in Bel-Air, No uncle Phil niggas

So I take em' in the basement and yea I feel Tigga

I don't hear niggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga

You little niggas do whatever make you feel bigger

Every time I'm around ya'll, 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 shit now hold up your Dixie cup

With your other hand, do me a fucking favor

Put your middle finger up and say "Fuck the neighbors! "

And Fuck 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

Welcome to my house party party

Welcome to my house party party

Welcome to my house party party

Welcome to my house party party

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 bitch, she call me her youngin charm

Kick game in [?], I'm fucking with plenty but

Got a new [?], she got her a [?]

MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck

Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up

Maybach! Bitch, 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, you bitch gon' leave

Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this shit 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'

You only getting one shot, I hope your picture takes

Bitch 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 just say that shit 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, 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, bitch