Life of the Party (feat. Money the Bull)

Pour a lil Henny in my juice
Oh you turned well I'm getting litty too
Tell the cops suck my dick til they hit me wit some proof
Glock make a nigga disappear like poof
I feel like a genie wit these blues
Fuck opps Swiss cheese a nigga coupe
With the mob I don't even gotta shoot
And his bitch gave the drop he don't even gotta clue

Don't want new friends I want new money
Fell in love with them blue hundreds
Feds no I'm guilty but them niggas can't prove nothing
New moncler cost 1 thousand 200 hundred

I'm too drippy I'm sorry
Bitch I'm the life of the party
Hit you with 40 like harden
If you can't finish don't start it

My diamonds twinkle they sparkle
My shooter go stupid I think he retarded
Cedes coupe spaceship I feel like a Martian
My resume clean so my name never tarnished

This new drip on me cartier
I keep a gun on me I'm never scared
Wrist shine bright that shit like a flare
Slide through ya block and the opps never there

Was on the run from the marshalls
Popped champagne when they dropped all the charges
I know that I'm still a target
But I'm going to ride with my gun still regardless
We went through all of these hardships
Now we fly in them coupes like they magic carpets
We got what you on what on the market
My prices is set ain't taking no bargains

This new drip on me St Laurent
Nigga run up on me that nigga gone
Who going to check me I do what I want
She trying to fuck me to all of my songs
I'm too litty I'm sorry
My diamonds offset no cardi
I'm from the jungle no safari
My niggas stay strapped like armies

Pour a lil Henny in my juice
Oh you turned well I'm getting litty too
Tell the cops suck my dick til they hit me wit some proof
Glock make a nigga disappear like poof
I feel like a genie wit these blues
Fuck opps Swiss cheese a nigga coupe
With the mob I don't even gotta shoot
And his bitch gave the drop he don't even gotta clue

Don't want new friends I want new money
Fell in love with them blue hundreds
Feds no I'm guilty but them niggas can't prove nothing
New moncler cost 1 thousand 200 hundred

I'm too drippy I'm sorry
Bitch I'm the life of the party
Hit you with 40 like harden
If you can't finish don't start it

If you can't finish don't start it
Whips is push to start it
If I like it I bought it
Got the best gas on the market
Dropped 5k at Moncler
Ex bitch trippin think I care
Run up on me boy I dare
I be stuffing blue faces In what I wear

Black moncler sweater it gets cold in the winter
Narcs came through we hid the dope in the ceiling
100 k cash you don't know the feeling
If I could just save I'd be close to a million yeah

I'm in my bag bitch yeah
I make them bags flip yeah
I never had shit yeah
Now they know me in saks fifth yeah

I don't want new friends
I just want new money
And she just want new money too
In my bag now I'll show you what that new money do
Best top 2 and I ain't number 2
I'm in the hills you should see the view
Hundred dollar bills all of em blue
One shot of this knock you right out your shoes
Diamonds look like I just jumped out the pool

Pour a lil Henny in my juice
Oh you turned well I'm getting litty too
Tell the cops suck my dick til' they hit me wit some proof
Glock make a nigga disappear like poof
I feel like a genie wit these blues
Fuck opps Swiss cheese a nigga coupe
With the mob I don't even gotta shoot
And his bitch gave the drop he don't even gotta clue

Don't want new friends I want new money
Fell in love with them blue hundreds
Feds no I'm guilty but them niggas can't prove nothing
New moncler cost 1 thousand 200 hundred

I'm too drippy I'm sorry
Bitch I'm the life of the party
Hit you with 40 like harden
If you can't finish don't start it



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Writer(s): Nassir Eggleston
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