Meek Mill, Fabolous, Wale and Mac Miller - House Party [Remix]

Ayy Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yeah)
Is there some bitches there? (Yeah)
Is that Cîroc there? Woo, woo (yeah)
Well let's go

I tell her meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my VIP, fuck a bad bitch get some head room
If I score her and her girlfriend, I'm callin' a and one (and one)
If I murder that from the back, I'm calling it redrum (redrum)(Gangsta)
All these bad hoes in my sight
I see bad hoes on my left, I see bad hoes on my right
And they like shots, shots, shots, shots
Loso bring a box Cîroc
Mac gonna bring some OG and we gonna party, la-di-da
Wale said he on his way, (Wale) with Black Cobain and BOA (what up?)
MMG we in this bitch, we ballin' hard, no we don't play (swish)
We stackin' chips like Frito Lay, flexin' on these mothafuckas
I walk in the buildin' and I'm fresher than a mothafucka (mothafucka)
Shawty bad (shawty bad), yeah, she a star (she a star)
I tell her bring it back like a DVR (DVR)
Ain't nobody leavin' (nah), 'cause we too far
I tell her my dick can't breathe and she gon' give me CPR

Cîroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryna get into?"
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin' all in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party party

I say one big room (ah), full of real niggas (ah)
Bunch of bad bitches (woah), and some chill niggas (woah)
Crib out in Bel-Air, no Uncle Phil niggas
So I take 'em in the basement and yeah I feel Tigga
I don't hear niggas corny raps, yeah I feel Jigga (Hov)
You lil' niggas do whatever make you feel bigger
Every time I'm 'round ya'll, somethings a little fishy
I smell, I smell, I smell pussy
What's your name, where you from? Almost done with interview
I'm into havin' intercourse, is that somethin' that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup (get 'em up)
With your other hand, do me a fuckin' favor (put 'em up)
Put a middle finger up and say, "Fuck the neighbors" (fuck the neighbors)
And fuck the haters (fuck the haters), they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private (woo)
Who fly more than me?
My level is pilot (woo)
My pockets stay fat, I'm never on diet (nice)
Don't be stuntin' out of town when you get on
I do you like Kid and whoop your ass when you get home, boy

Welcome to my house party, party, party
Welcome to my house party, party, party (what up? Ayy Meek, what up?)
Welcome to my house party, party, party (ayy Coon, Omelly what's up?)
Welcome to my house party, party, party (double MG shit, D.C., double M)

Hol' up, this gon' be one vicious flow
Show me what it's hittin' fo' (woo)
Promise if I kill the pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me her younger jawn
Kick game, ain't on Kelly Bund, I'm fuckin' with plenty bud
Got a new Lorraine, she got her a Cindy jump
MMG and we out, couple blunts deep as fuck
Haters love to talk you down when bitches always pick you up
Maybach
Bitch, we the winnin' team (work)
How can I illustrate, you drawlin' if you ain't with me?
Ballin' like I'm in that league
Flossin' out, yo' bitch gon' leave
Party at the L-I-V, y'all gon' be like this shit OD
Mansion party, yeah they on the couches
Most of 'em got no conscience, I promise I keep a condom
E'ry Friday new polish (work), shawty fly but she modest
Double MG money speakin', bet you tired of talkin' (Wale, Wale)

Cîroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryna get into?" (I'ma do this one)
Only me and my niggas (with a bottle of champagne in my hands)
Tell her bring a friend or two (see if that helps)
Bottles poppin', models watching all up in my livin' room
Welcome to my house party, party

You only gettin' one shot I hope your picture takes (takes, takes)
Bitch, I'm spittin' on this remix like I'm Kid and Play (Play, Play)
You know I'm gettin' laid like I'm Vincent Chase (Chase, Chase)
I'm thinkin' Ye should hit me just say that shit is cray
Off the backboard playa, I enjoy the bank (bank, bank)
Plus my people smokin' on that pack, a noise complaint (woo)
I murder beats and get away, it's First 48
But this the house of love homie, word to Courtney's place
Twenty racks a night, that's on merchandise (woo)
I'm rollin' up this killer, sippin' purple Sprite (Sprite)
Party hard then head to Europe on a early flight (flight, flight)
Walkin' 'cross the London Bridge, that's that Fergie life
White boy (boy), gone wild (wild)
Every time I do a show it's like the Pope in town (town)
And I call my girl Titanic, 'cause she go down (down)
Hope she don't drown (drown), bitch

Welcome to my house party, party, party
Welcome to my house party, party, party
Welcome to my house party, party, party
Welcome to my house party, party, party

Cîroc all on my table, bitches in the livin' room
They gon' ask you at the door, "What you tryna get into?" (Door)
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin' all up in my livin' room (livin' room)
Welcome to my house party, party (livin' room)
(Party, party, party, party, party, party, party)

Written by:
Anthony Tucker, Maurice Jordan, Christopher Ries, Jermaine Preyan, Robert Williams

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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