I Don't Wanna Party

I'on really wanna party
I just want a Rari, Jr.

Told my people I'm sorry, I just want a Rari
Pull, pull up in a Benz I'on really wanna party
I just want the money, everything foreign all that other shit bore me
I just want a profit, Pippen shit got me feeling like Scottie
Oh I could never be a Robin, cause I'm chasing the coins I'm on it better than Sonic
She love it when it's in her stomach, everybody gotta comment
Fuck about ya comments, I'm only chasing the commas
Give a fuck bout you mambas, only chasing blue hunnits
You say you keep it a hunnit, well all money change nonsense make me vomit
Bout to bubble up like a comic, hit the scene hard I'm a comet

Especially how I'm coming, bitch we got nothing in common
I'm a winner to you that shit is uncommon, I'm in the game you a drummer
Give you the ball you'll fumble, you's a bitch you'll tumble
The world full of Rapunzel's, too many rats in the jungle
But they've awoken a monster, been grinding like monster
On the B.M.X. that they sponsor, kick game Lu Kane, goat shit I'm two great
Bitch I been walking in two J's the dick riders, keep them from riding the new wave
Damn free all my people from them chains, the money I'm really on it think it's a game
Get no sleep, up all night like Bruce Wayne, I'm "OD"
Bout the money like Martin Payne to Gina, it's a problem I'ma swing Serena
Bout the money, big temper and I swear it's not an average fever
Hot head and you don't wanna meet 'em, bout my paper, I'll really make a thug turn diva
Play no games cause I'll sock a bitch FIFA, and I'm good on my own
I'on really vibe with too many people, chasing checks, so you pay for a feature
It's G.V.O. around me, if you ain't, I'm the type to delete ya, running to the bank
The money a teach ya, aye

And it's G.V.O. around me, if you ain't, I'm the type to delete ya
Bad vibes make me feel I'm the reaper
Got stripes and this Shit ain't Adidas
Bad vibes, make me feel I'm the reaper

Told my people I'm sorry, I just want a Rari
Pull up in a Benz I'on really wanna party
I just want the money, everything foreign all that other shit bore me
I just want a profit, Pippen shit got me feeling like Scottie
Oh I could never be a Robin, cause I'm chasing the coins I'm on it better than sonic
She love it when it's in her stomach, everybody got to comment
Fuck about ya comments, I'm only chasing the commas
Give a fuck bout you mambas, only chasing blue hunnits
You say you keep it a hunnit, well all money change nonsense make me vomit
Bout to bubble up like a comic, hit the scene hard I'm a comet
Especially how I'm coming, bitch we got nothing in common
I'm a winner to you that shit is uncommon, I'm in the game you a drummer
Give you the ball you'll fumble, you's a bitch you'll tumble
The world full of Rapunzel's, too many rats in the jungle
But they've awoken a monster, Jr.



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Writer(s): Chardonnae Baity
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