CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : It’s My Party
I gotta shout my n***as out ,come on, come on, uh huh, yo, Hood$tarz in the motherf**kin' house
Nicki Maraj, Scaff Boogy, Loustar
And my n***a 7up in the 700 truck now
Yup, yup
I sold a Benz wag'
And I'm back with the saggin'
I ropes for—
Y'all b*t*hes play paddy wagons
Same girl from the block who use to jump rope
Now I rock Malano pumps and stays in fur coats
While y'all hoes still tryna gas dudes for Prada
I'm tryna gain Donald Trump for like half of the plaza
When it's mink weather, catch mami in the Bahamas
Sippin' Bahama mamas out of coconut cups
Every hoe on poles like "Nicki ya flows sick"
I'm so sickly (Ooh, she a Prada )
I don't know cause the girls so picky
Look how the clothes fit me
Goddamn I'm so pretty (Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
Now tell them hoes ta get off my sh*t, ya know?
I run with them dudеs get off them Bricks, ya know?
A quarter to 8 hе got off the six ya know, ya know? (Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
n***as wanna party b*t*hes can't deny this chick
Bill Gates ain't got enough paper to buy this b*t*h
You could catch me in the 5 or 6
Slim waist hips banging through the Gucci stitch
Never let these b*t*hes ant me
Always keep the 22 jammy
Tuck 'em in the separate panties (Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
Nicki ice creams French vanilla truck
The butter pea-guts 2 hazel nuts
Versace Suit when the heat be tough
Hoes be hatin' so I don't sleep too much
It's all good n***as love me in the hood like nail salons
Christian Dior too many b*t*hes got Chanel on
I'm in the class by myself
In the C-L cause 3 20's is bad for my health
And I don't f**k with scrubs cause they bad for my wealth now (Aye, aye, aye, Oh! Aye, aye, aye, Oh! Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
Nicki Maraj, Scaff Boogy, Loustar
And my n***a 7up in the 700 truck now
Yup, yup
I sold a Benz wag'
And I'm back with the saggin'
I ropes for—
Y'all b*t*hes play paddy wagons
Same girl from the block who use to jump rope
Now I rock Malano pumps and stays in fur coats
While y'all hoes still tryna gas dudes for Prada
I'm tryna gain Donald Trump for like half of the plaza
When it's mink weather, catch mami in the Bahamas
Sippin' Bahama mamas out of coconut cups
Every hoe on poles like "Nicki ya flows sick"
I'm so sickly (Ooh, she a Prada )
I don't know cause the girls so picky
Look how the clothes fit me
Goddamn I'm so pretty (Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
Now tell them hoes ta get off my sh*t, ya know?
I run with them dudеs get off them Bricks, ya know?
A quarter to 8 hе got off the six ya know, ya know? (Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
n***as wanna party b*t*hes can't deny this chick
Bill Gates ain't got enough paper to buy this b*t*h
You could catch me in the 5 or 6
Slim waist hips banging through the Gucci stitch
Never let these b*t*hes ant me
Always keep the 22 jammy
Tuck 'em in the separate panties (Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
Nicki ice creams French vanilla truck
The butter pea-guts 2 hazel nuts
Versace Suit when the heat be tough
Hoes be hatin' so I don't sleep too much
It's all good n***as love me in the hood like nail salons
Christian Dior too many b*t*hes got Chanel on
I'm in the class by myself
In the C-L cause 3 20's is bad for my health
And I don't f**k with scrubs cause they bad for my wealth now (Aye, aye, aye, Oh! Aye, aye, aye, Oh! Aye, aye, aye, Oh!)
