Pitch In OnA Party

Momma
I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
With no cussing and shit, I tried, but I still gotta do this
Jingle jingle weve go the lingo
With so much heat its hard for us to pick the first single
It dont matter cuz Im underground anyway
Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day
You dirty niggas yall too whack to dance
Yall need to ease up off that now before yall splint yall pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas dont try niggas
I changed my mind I dont want your bitch
Cuz sorry ass women just dont get rich
You could keep her Id rather have a Fifi bag because its cheaper
You cant come up for NL, I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, its a sleeper
So pass the reafer
And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid nigga pat your pockets
And for sure, youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Alright somebody play the potato salad lets take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
Cuz we dont need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking niggas out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging Jackychicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and wont pass the shit
Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I dont know Im Quik and Im still delighted
500 dollars worth of white star about to hide it
Cuz yall aint drinking mine up
You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets
And for sure, youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Hey baby my girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old tragedy ass bitches
Wanna come in here and play?
Thats what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor
By the big screen TV where your pants go?
Boy you niggas I swear
I try to throw yall a ragedy ass party and yall dont even care
Cigarette burns in my plush empty beer bottles in the brush
And my bitch acting like a lush boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out
Move, yall gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
To the sounds, now some
Yall done fucked upget out, get on
Speed up nigga get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
Your pockets, thats where Im sending, K go
And for sure, youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure
Youve got yours
Ive got mines and were balling
So call up everybody
Lets pitch in ona party for sure