Lyrics: Michael Goode Jr./Campbell Rolston-Clemmer/Ryder Johnson/Michael Romito/John Carolus/Danny Snodgrass Jr./Patavious Isom
Music: Michael Romito/Ryder Johnson/Patavious Isom/Danny Snodgrass Jr./Campbell Rolston-Clemmer/John Carolus/Michael Goode Jr.
I got rips up in these Denim jeans like
Got that bass, I never shot your man's, I gotta get paid
Who is you askin' questions, second guessin'?
You get shot, and we keep on blastin', ****in' nasty
Spent a cool couple racks to get me icy (icy)
And I'm like, "Ooh, I see why they wanna fight me"
Babygirl, you was just my hoe, you ain't my wifey
In my world, I got lotta bitches wantin' Mike D (okay), here we go
I'ma spend a couple hunnid bucks to get Camp Billy up (on gang)
I'm ****in' up the industry, ten mill' without a dealie, bruh
Lately, I been sober, I ain't tryna **** the vision up (nah)
So money is the mission, the respect, I did not give a ****
Like, ooh, "Who this nigga, bruh?" Huh?"
Please, don't talk to me
Ben Franklin call me
Michael, you ain't him, call me properly
Mucho dinero got me eatin' on steak and broccoli (on gang)
Don't tell my homie about your music, that shit ain't knockin', G
Mike Dimes turn a simple party to an anthem Ransom, niggas hear my shit and put they hands up
Bands up, everything I say gon' get my bands up
I get it crackin' off instrumentals in the stand, yeah
Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers, shot callers
Where the party at? (Uh, ayy, ayy)
Head knockers, pill poppers, showstoppers, real nigga
Where the party at?
Where the party at, nigga? Ayy
Bitch, it ain't a party 'til white bitches flashin' their titties
I'm crackin' up off that
Red Bull with that
Martell mixed up in it
(With that Martell mixed up in it, what? Ayy)
What? (Huh?) What?
Got me moshin' on you bitches (mosh)
(Security comin', calm down)
**** security, bitch, we trippin'
Tryna sleep up on the king, hoe
I'm what the game been missin' (ayy, ayy)
Most you rappers watchin' me
They bite my style but never mention
Hardest nigga out my city, but they sleep because I'm different
And I'ma keep on stompin' on your bitches 'til they feel me (what?)
Drug dealers, hoop ballers, pop singers, shot callers (What?)
Where the party at? (Uh, where it's at? What?)
Head knockers, pill poppers, showstoppers, real niggas (Huh)
Where the party at? (Huh), where the party at, nigga?
Where the party at? (Huh?) Where the party at?(What?)
Where the party at? (Huh?) Where the party at?(What?)
Where the party at? (Huh?) Where the party at?(What?)
Where the party at? (What?) Bitch, where the party at? (Hoe)
What the ****?