** Party - Wiz Khalifa

Thousand pounds of w**d

Ridin' in my car so fast

I won't turn down the speed

Them h*es don't use they feet

No more they break down to their knees

And suck me like a king

Rosé in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring

Uh roll some thats your ***** on my d**k

I might let her hold something

You niggas smoking sevens

I'mma need a whole onion whole youngin oh

Same ones that hate same ones that tag along

No Blackberry too many lame niggas call my phone

Call me world wide Wiz 'cause I'm never home

Ever leave me round your *****

I'mma get her stoned

And you know that I rock camos

And brought fros back

And go download some of my old track

And go play somewhere there's h*es at

******* high and you down there where them lows at

Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked

Go head hand me a joint you can't roll that

I got a whole lot of OGs and

I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me

Everybody smoking yea it's a party oh it's a party

Everybody smoking papers nobody smoking blunts

******* rolling w**d and my niggas ****** up

Yea it's a party oh it's a party

I got a whole lotta money pop that P***y for me

My homie got that yopper he a-bang it at a copper

Ayy gangsta party gangsta party gangsta party

Stove on my waist cook your a*s up gourmet

All-black four-four do you want foreplay

I'm going at your face like oil of olay

No champagne but you know my flag rosé

Swagger on steroids canseco jose

No limit records we so 'bout it 'bout it

I'm higher than a ***** feel like

I climbed a ******* mountain

Illest nigga you know my accountant still counting

Shot hit him a minute ago but his body still bouncing

Beam on the hammer beam on your forehead

Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause birdman car red

Hollygrove monster eagle street creature

Come to your funeral kill everybody

But the preacher

I live in miami nigga I'll south beach you

Robin leach uh that's how we ballin'

You know that I'm loaded but please

Don't think it's sweeter

Beat one of you ***** niggas up

Like John cena

Them h*es on young money tell

Them h*es we coming

Boy we get it popping we ain't

Saving h*es we swapping

Yeah gangsta party gangsta party gangsta party

Big-head desert eagle call it sade

I just get that money stunna taught me that

That xan took me under patrón brought me back

I'm leaning on these *************

Like I caught a flat

And that glock snap back like

An old starter hat haha

What the lick read I'm in the big league

I'm a breath of fresh air let the ***** breathe

I'm tryna chillax but I had to do it dev

I'm at the funeral like I had to do it rev

Mack you my big brother I'll split a wig for you

Put that on Mary p until they bury me

Moment of clarity yeah that's my diamond game

I keep a fine ***** 'cause I like the finer things

Haha **** with me slime

No brain on the whip I got nothing in mind hehe

Carter 4 they ain't ******* with mine

I drop that sorry 4 the wait to make

Up for the time yeah

I got a whole lot of OGs and

I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me

Everybody smoking yea it's a party oh it's a party

Everybody smoking papers nobody smoking blunts

******* rolling w**d and my niggas ****** up

Yea it's a party oh it's a party