Presidential Party
Uh, yeah, yeah, woah, yeah
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit (uh huh, yeah)
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit (hey, uh huh, yea, real nigga shit!)
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit (yeah, real nigga shit, woah)
Uh
Welcome to my presidential party
We got women, we got weed, we got anything you need
Plus the molly
Even got a little bit of yayo for the players and them girls tryna leave with somebody, oh
Pots and pans with the cut off in my cabinet
No secret service, keep the pole we not havin' it
On my third term, I done burnt every challenger
All about the people and I see what's been happenin'
Welcome to my presidential party, we the A-list
Booth recordin' cocaine classics for your playlist
In the Oval Office where the dice and the bread is
2K games goin' 2K ahead, bitch
That's why I always keep the gun off in my cabinet
Had to cock n' raise before I'd even won the race, boy
Just a year before them folk we're talkin' bout a race war
And just some people clonin' and we supposed to go to outer space or sumn
Know this my presidential party, but I'm runnin' late
Just now gettin back from cross the border with my runnin' mate
Personal chef, let me taste it for he send it out
Don't need no to-go box, we leave it on the dinner plate
Go grab the key to the safe from out my cabinet
Duffel bag, couple hundred thou, talkin' cash shit
Never seen a candidate shine with so much necklace
Speakin' at the podium, stimulus on my neck and wrist
When you in my presidential party, you can get high
To me, it's when the politician on
that just don't sit right
Vice President Kush rollin' gas out the ziplock
Pass the shit to Congress and I serve all of them three five
Almost forgot I got the scale off in my cabinet
Fuck a first lady, I'm tryna sow my royal oats, ho
Give a bitch the dick will guarantee I get the votes, ho
All the girlfriends gon' handle business at the same pole
Dipset bird with the flag on my chain, bitch
Anthem now, Future - March Madness at the game, bitch
Hope you brought you somethin' cross the border when you came in,
Cause if you talkin' money you don't need no second language
Weapons of fuckin' mass destruction bitch, we havin' em
Million man militia got them niggas out here blammin' shit
Black armed family with them babies out here trainin' em
Homie got the motherfuckin' 40 with the trainin' wheel
At the White House rollin weed on the front porch
Broken down car pit bulls in the backyard
Cigarette butts, beer cans in the front lawn
Might just go and paint this bitch black since this shit ours
Yeah
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit (uh huh, yeah)
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit (hey, uh huh, yea, real nigga shit!)
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit (yeah, real nigga shit, woah)
Uh
Welcome to my presidential party
We got women, we got weed, we got anything you need
Plus the molly
Even got a little bit of yayo for the players and them girls tryna leave with somebody, oh
Pots and pans with the cut off in my cabinet
No secret service, keep the pole we not havin' it
On my third term, I done burnt every challenger
All about the people and I see what's been happenin'
Welcome to my presidential party, we the A-list
Booth recordin' cocaine classics for your playlist
In the Oval Office where the dice and the bread is
2K games goin' 2K ahead, bitch
That's why I always keep the gun off in my cabinet
Had to cock n' raise before I'd even won the race, boy
Just a year before them folk we're talkin' bout a race war
And just some people clonin' and we supposed to go to outer space or sumn
Know this my presidential party, but I'm runnin' late
Just now gettin back from cross the border with my runnin' mate
Personal chef, let me taste it for he send it out
Don't need no to-go box, we leave it on the dinner plate
Go grab the key to the safe from out my cabinet
Duffel bag, couple hundred thou, talkin' cash shit
Never seen a candidate shine with so much necklace
Speakin' at the podium, stimulus on my neck and wrist
When you in my presidential party, you can get high
To me, it's when the politician on
that just don't sit right
Vice President Kush rollin' gas out the ziplock
Pass the shit to Congress and I serve all of them three five
Almost forgot I got the scale off in my cabinet
Fuck a first lady, I'm tryna sow my royal oats, ho
Give a bitch the dick will guarantee I get the votes, ho
All the girlfriends gon' handle business at the same pole
Dipset bird with the flag on my chain, bitch
Anthem now, Future - March Madness at the game, bitch
Hope you brought you somethin' cross the border when you came in,
Cause if you talkin' money you don't need no second language
Weapons of fuckin' mass destruction bitch, we havin' em
Million man militia got them niggas out here blammin' shit
Black armed family with them babies out here trainin' em
Homie got the motherfuckin' 40 with the trainin' wheel
At the White House rollin weed on the front porch
Broken down car pit bulls in the backyard
Cigarette butts, beer cans in the front lawn
Might just go and paint this bitch black since this shit ours
Yeah
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Writer(s): C. Quince
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