Meek Mill - House party (feat. young chris) lyrics

I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin

House party
I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys kid and Play

I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room
Fuckin up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair


Because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck
But I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain
Make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking
Money you should stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group I
Get money by the pound
French Montana on all these
Niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club
These niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove
It not a sound white girls gone wild
We don't judge 'em though
They ain't on trial
Bad bitches got 'em on dial
It's bottoms up but it's going down

Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Ciroc all on my table bitches
In the living room
They gon ask who at the door
Tryna get in too only me and my niggas
Tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all
In my living room

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

Meet us at the bunny ranch
You know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris
You know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star
Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home
Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with
This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job
You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back
Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfucker
Hey bitch
Hey bitch hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed
You can get your spouse back
When we done partyin
Where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party poppin on that Martin
Shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy
And them hoes swallow

Ciroc all on my table bitches
In the living room
They gon ask who at the door
Tryna get in too only me and my niggas
Tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all
In my living room aTL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my nigga louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a
Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room
We ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist
She love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit
She tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bitch
You can keep her she say I ain't hit that
Only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm
Like hasta la vista

Ciroc all on my table bitches
In the living room
They gon ask who at the door
Tryna get in too only me and my niggas
Tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all
In my living room