Party lyrics

[Verse 1: Chanel West Coast]

Where all my bitches?

Stacking up these riches

Sing your whips like bridges

Balling out, my bitches

I'm about them digits

Money tall, yours midgets

Never dull, I switch it

Barred your bitch, bridge it

Keep them haters hating

For my spot they waiting

Like hotels in Vegas

The odds in my favour

Why you salty, bacon

Cause you see us out here caking

I drop it low, ass shaking

Homies got to go if they faking

Go harder than a porn star

Do it, that's the sports car

Smoking dope, bill mark

Dropping dough so far

Middle finger to the haters

Getting drunk, no chasers

Turning up, no neighbours

Cause we sitting on ten acres

[Hook: Chanel West Coast]

Let's get this party started

We gon' finish when we finish

Bass up in my system

That's enough to get me twisted

No matter where we at

That motherfucker packed

Party to my limits, let the haters live with that

Party party party, inviting everybody body body

Where that after party party party?

Damn, so fucked up

And I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]

Tell me who fresh like me?

Walk up in the club, we don't need ID

Who young, who rich and a G like me?

I work too hard cause the money ain't free

Now I'm balling, look bitch I'm balling

Me and my bitches hella boss, why he calling?

These niggas falling, but never do I show any type of love

Thug bitch, never been the type to love

But I'd rather take shots till the night is up

Bring motherfucking bottles bitch, bring the cups

Why you turnt down, turnt down for what?

Bitch, turnt down for what?

My homie just die, bitch burn it up

People think they know who I am

Why I party every night?

You will never understand

It's a cold world so pour me cold shots

The party so packed, I see the whole block

Wassup?

[Hook: Chanel West Coast]

Let's get this party started

We gon' finish when we finish

Bass up in my system

That's enough to get me twisted

No matter where we at

That motherfucker packed

Party to our limits

Let my haters live with that

Party party party, inviting everybody body body

Where that after party party party?

Damn, so fucked up

And I don't give a fuck

[Verse 3: Chanel West Coast]

Dripping in that [?]

Colour [?]

You better [?], like we eating chow mein

Don't ever doubt me, bottles cost one G

Models all around me, waiters like allow me

I got love for everybody out there

Doing what they wanna like nobody here

It's the weekend so let's get loose

Worked so hard so we can get loose

Shots hell hot, a chill, red goose

Straight up liquor, we don't need no juice

I got figures pouring up like a boost

Damn with Wayne, Wiz and Amber

So turn up like that vegetable

We feel incredible

100 with no decimals

Broke down on my genitals

Don't be scared, it's edible,

Go hard, let's get sexual

Keep it up, pedestal

[Hook: Chanel West Coast & Honey Cocaine]

Let's get this party started (Yeaaaah)

We gon' finish when we finish (Yeah)

Bass up in my system (Word)

That's enough to get me twisted (Bitch)

No matter where we at (Nah)

That motherfucker packed (Yeah)

Party to our limits

Let my haters live with that (Uhhh)

Party party party, inviting everybody body body (Yeah)

Where that after party party party? (Turn up, I need all these bitches to turn up)

Damn, so fucked up (Going all in right here)

And I don't give a fuck (Real talk)