I tell em meet me in the bathroom

[bob.chicken]

I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I 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, up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you talking money you should stop boy
I by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on all these ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these 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

[Chorus:]
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 in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/m...use_party.html ]
[Young Chris:]
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 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
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
He ain't wanna sway up in this, hey
Hey hey, 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
Don't knock me, tell your
House party poppin on that Martin we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them swallow

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]

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, 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 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
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your, 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

[Hook:]
Ciroc all on my table bs in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/meek_mill/#share

[dreamon]

what

[robertlouis]

what

My sentiments exactly.

[Prospero]

Overnight use of Chems?