Meek Mill - House Party (feat. Young Chris)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin' out I'm cummin'
And my youngin in my other room, fuckin' up my sheets
She tell me, "Boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin' 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 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

Shhh, white girls, gone wild (gone wild)
We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial (on trial)
Bad bitches (bad bitches) got 'em on dial (on dial)
It's bottoms up but it's going down

Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party
Welcome to my house party, party

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 watching all in my living room



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