paroles de chanson Quarantine Party - Young M.A

Quarantine
The quarantine party
(Zombie on the track), uh
Gucci slides, Versace robe
Big blunt, I′m in papi mode (Papi, papi)
Wake up with no fucks to give
I'm like, "It is what it is"
Ain′t got no wife, ain't got no kids
But I got hundreds, twenties, tens (Twenties, twenties, twenties)
Still got money comin' in
Got bitches comin′ with they friends (Hello)
Sippin′ on some Hennessy at 10 a.m. (Hello)
And we gon' turn up in this bitch ′til 6 a.m. (Turn up, turn up, turn up)
All them baddies, bitch, she came with six of them (Hello, hello)
And my bed is big enough for six of them (Ooh, ooh)
She throwin' that ass, I′m throwin' this cash
She pick up the money, she throw in her bag (Throw in her bag)
I′m tippin' her money, I'm throwin′ a bag
Still got a quarter mil′ more in the stash (Stash)
Throwin' these ones
Gang in this bitch and they holdin′ they guns (Grrt)
If they ever get booked by the feds, I know they holdin' they tongue (Facts)
I told her get in her room (Get in a mood)
Hennessy gettin′ her nude (Ooh)
That make her get in the mood (Mood)
I'm ′bout to get in my groove (I'm 'bout to get in my)
I′m ′bout to swim in her pool
And after we fuck, let's get in the pool (Let′s get in the pool)
We home, actin' a fool (We actin′ up)
I pour the 'yac in her boobs (I pour the ′yac in her), ooh
Gucci slides, Versace robe
Big blunt, I'm in papi mode
Wake up with no fucks to give
I'm like, "It is what it is"
Ain′t got no wife, ain′t got no kids
But I got hundreds, twenties, tens (Twenties, tens)
Still got money comin' in
Got bitches comin′ with they friends (With they friends)
Sippin' on some Hennessy at 10 a.m. (At 10 a.m.)
And we gon′ turn up in this bitch 'til 6 a.m. (Hello, hello)
All them baddies, bitch, she came with six of them (Hello, hello)
And my bed is big enough for six of them (Ooh, ooh)
Call up the brodie like, "Bring me a plate"
A plate of that kush, Gorilla, and Ape
Fronto leaf, couple pack of the ′Woods
And I need paper, we goodie, we straight (We good)
Clean up the jewlery with Pine-Sol
Wrist lookin' like honey (Ooh)
Cabinets full of that Lysol
Gotta spray my money (Hello)
Tonight, I'm gettin′ some cutty (Tonight I′m gettin' some cutty)
Three hoes, none of them ugly (No)
All three wanted to fuck me (Yes)
Gang like, "Nigga, you lucky" (Lucky)
I keep a stick in the drawer for war (Grrt)
I keep a drum in the cubby (Bah-baow)
Champagne, sippin′ that bubbly (I'm sippin′ that)
I make her cheat on her hubby (Damn), ooh
Gucci slides, Versace robe
Big blunt, I'm in papi mode (Papi, papi)
Wake up with no fucks to give
I′m like, "It is what it is"
Ain't got no wife, ain't got no kids
But I got hundreds, twenties, tens (Twenties, twenties, twenties)
Still got money comin′ in
Got bitches comin′ with they friends (Hey)
Sippin' on some Hennessy at 10 a.m. (At 10 a.m.)
And we gon′ turn up in this bitch 'til 6 a.m. (Good morning)
All them baddies, bitch, she came with six of them (Hello, hello)
And my bed is big enough for six of them (Hello, hello)
We inside
Party and quarantine
Party and quarantine
Party and quarantine
Quarantine and party
Party and quarantine