paroles de chanson Where the Party At - Lee Mortimer

PR, 808, yeah

3 AM, roll, still at work, makin' money, I won't let you blow
Fat cash, big pocket
And my nigga got a job and also workin' wit' a rocket
Ass thick, I'll bag your bitch, attitude stuck on "mute", bitch
Pussy tight, huge lips, pussy wet like South Beach
Call my dick a cruise ship
I'm in Balmain-everythin', Balmain all day
I'm a D-boy wit' the tints, make that PO have to squint

I'm a sing to these hoes, I hit the gin, then we smoke
Fuck the hookah, I need real wrappers
Put fake diamonds on these real diamonds
Fuck your plug, I need a real pill
I'm gettin' money wit' the real

6 AM, roll, still at work, makin' money, I won't let you blow
Still at work, makin' money, I won't let you blow
I'm greedy, I need eeny, meeny, miny – I need more
Pimp daddy, lil' mama
I'm not into long sentences, get to the commas
Big pockets, wire transfers
Why the fuck the bottle girls more fire than the dancers?
Shout-out to the swipers, pop gold bottles wit' the scammers
Ain't no trickin', ain't no ho gon' call me Santa
My flag red and white

I'm a sing to these hoes, I hit the gin, then we smoke
Put the hookah 'hind this real rapper
Fuck fake diamonds, I need real diamonds
Fuck your plug, I need a real pill
I'm gettin' money wit' the real

I keep on singin' to these hoes, I hit the gin, then we smoke