Party After 2

Hey, come here, baby,
I know you aint tired
What, what that mean?
Aye, pour a drink
We gon party, you with me?
Homie, bring that in
I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls got
Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin all night
Night, night , night, night, all night
I pull up in that
MaseratiCome inside, baby, its the after party
What you like,
Ciroc? Or the dark
Bacardi?I got a couple dutches rolled up
I dont see the hold up like that
Everybody growed up, we grown
My little chocolate thing, my butter pecan momma
My white girl is hot, too, and she like
ObamaMy little
Asian chick and my
Jamaican girl
Wind on me, wind on me, damn cause she love the, ha
My left hand is froze, high got me spillin
RoseOn her thousand dollar red-bottom open toes
I be in the hood but tonight
Im notI got the party jumping off at my own spot
I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls got
Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin all night
Night, night, night, night, all night
Youre now listening to this lyrical christening
Haters wont be dissin him because their baby momma on me
I make the women horny, just the way that
I amD-Block, the way
I look up in that black
LamChain watch bezel iced out, goddamn
Real airport in the hood, thats my fam
I do Patron shots, she like red wine
She looking at me like she ready for her bedtime
They call me
Don-Don, flow so ridiculous
I like em fat too, come here, are you ticklish?
Eat my like a licorice or better yet your favorite dish
You think
Im home by myself, hater, remember this
I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls got
Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin all night
Night, night, night, night, all night
Cause we dont stop til its gone, dont stop til its gone
So dont leave me, leave me
The DJs playing my song, take up in my song
Dont leave me, leave me
Oh, oh okay, thinkin bout you, blue lingerie
Quarter past 2, shawty swing my way
So hit the phone, you can tell its on
I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls got
Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin all night
Night, night, night, night, all night