Have a Party versuri

Have a Party lyrics by GoldenBoy CountUp feat. Skilla Baby

Intro: GoldenBoy CountUp
Uh, look
Golden
CountUp
Real rich nigga shit, baby
Bitch
CountUp, damn

Chorus: GoldenBoy CountUp & Skilla Baby
I play them bitches and thick bitches, they all give that sloppy
Babe, I’m ready to spend that cheese, how you windin’ that lil’ body?
Babe, I come through Christian Louboutin, they say that nigga got it
Them niggas tryna shoot the club up, these bitches tryna party
But we’ll shoot this fuckin’ club up, don’t get my niggas started
I tried to change this bitch life, but she stuck so out the party
They like a bike club, them niggas keep a chopper way your Harley
And don’t be trippin’ ‘bout my reefer, bitch, I smoke like Bob Marley (Heh, huh)

Verse 1: Skilla Baby
All I know is count up, get that money
Rich as fuck but I still be out here thuggin’
Huh, niggas wanna kill me, bitches wanna fuck me
All my hoes thick as fuck, all my diamonds chunky
Young nigga, swag on, take me to the fashion show
I’ve been grindin’ since a jit, I had to blow
Pitch the rock underhand, these niggas don’t understand
I’ve been countin’ so much money, I’ma need another hand
Thousand in a rubber band, hundred gettin’ tucked again
Niggas hatin’ ‘cause I’m gettin’ money, motherfuck the friends
Niggas somewhere hatin’ while I’m fuckin’ chillin’
I’ma stack the money ‘til it touch the ceiling
I’m a millionaire, what a fucking feeling
Rich still sellin’ fake Percs to gremlins
I be by myself, never with a bunch of niggas
I could’ve put up everywhere with a bunch of killers (Huh)

Chorus: GoldenBoy CountUp
I play them bitches and thick bitches, they all give that sloppy
Babe, I’m ready to spend that cheese, how you windin’ that lil’ body?
Babe, I come through Christian Louboutin, they say that nigga got it
Them niggas tryna shoot the club up, these bitches tryna party
But we’ll shoot this fuckin’ club up, don’t get my niggas started
I tried to change this bitch life, but she stuck so out the party
They like a bike club, them niggas keep a chopper way your Harley
And don’t be trippin’ ‘bout my reefer, bitch, I smoke like Bob Marley

Verse 2: GoldenBoy CountUp
I be gamblin’ with my life, bae, let’s take a trip to Vegas
And when I pull up in that new coupe, just know that shit the latest
And when we pop out on them bitches and them niggas, they gon’ hate it
All my ex-bitches, they pissed off, they mad a nigga made it
Tell you somethin’ll separate you from the others, ‘ll make you dig it