Listen to Santos Party House (Extended Version) [feat. Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T.] by Smoke DZA, Curren$y & Girl Talk

Santos Party House (Extended Version) [feat. Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T.]

Smoke DZA, Curren$y & Girl Talk

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ALBUMSantos Party House (Extended Version) [feat. Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T.] - SingleSmoke DZA, Curren$y & Girl Talk

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Smoke DZA

Performer

Curren$y

Performer

Girl Talk

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sean Pompey

Songwriter

Cameron Thomaz

Songwriter

Justin Scott

Songwriter

Shante Franklin

Shante Franklin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Girl Talk

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ugh

My bank branch know me, first name basis

House party looking like a Thursday in Aces

Good gracious, all these blue faces

Told them **** hold they breath, they can't take it

Stance and labors, that's Adidas paper

Authentic Harlem, now wanna see us caked up

The raid's up, the gig's up, too

Double header in France, went for a bag and I picked up two

Back across the water, boss is aura

Belaire Rose flowin' like faucet water

Get love from the plug, he endorse my order

Finesse a few plays, get more bucks

Fast as a 'Rari, bad bruh hoppin' out of planes

Put my pot down, now I'm 'bout to twist another strain

Ugh

Disappear like David Blaine

Got a few things I can do with this Mary Jane like

[Verse 2]

Pull up and my ride sick with it (Yeah)

We gon' probably get rich to this (Right)

Everytime that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this (Right)

She gon' probably get lit to this (Really)

She gon' probably get lit to this (Yeah)

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this

[Verse 3]

She wanna roll, but she say (Uh)

She can come but she can't stay

I'll smash on you, but I can't lay

Backshots, still got my sweatsuit on

And my hightops, four chains, and my plain Jane watch

A homegirl watch from the rooftop

I'm the true new season, new coupe's out

Whatchu 'bout?

I'm on a new route

Bitches shakin' ass, lookin' like Uncle Luke house

Roll so many o's, it's just ooh now

And dreaded, couple more Chevys and the paint shot

They almost red it, when they hit the streets you'll know

'Cause all of a sudden, it'll turn ice cold

Big paper get what small money can't go

Big paper get what small money can't go

[Verse 4]

Pull up and my ride sick with it (Yuh)

We gon' probably get rich to this (Hol' up)

Everytime that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this (Eh)

She gon' probably get lit to this (Damn right)

She gon' probably get lit to this (Yo, damn right)

Every time that your girlfriend play this (Yo)

She gon' probably get lit to this (Hold up)

[Verse 5]

I got a hot aura in flow

I'm right at your door

Kickin' flavors wrapped in paper they ain't label before

Southern lights and the device that could disable the glow?

I school the biscuit down when you went and catered the hoe

I'm on a level that never be

Like planets you'll never see

I sit somewhat in between

Rhythms and melodies

Allah made a primp, primp?

Get out with a pimp limp

Put it on a blimp for a bitch that'll jump ship

I got it on cruise control

Ooze the type of cool that Eskimos would know

Rose the type of bread that only a hoe afford

Blind fold, forgave my high before I enter the cold

'Cause the lame break and enter where he ain't enter before

But I block him like I center that ball

The way I shine like I shine, the sun ain't been shinin' at all

2:00 AM in the mornin', bitch, you know who to call, crew

[Verse 6]

Pull up and my ride sick with it

We gon' probably get rich to this

Everytime that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this

She gon' probably get lit to this

She gon' probably get lit to this

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this

[Verse 7]

This one, that one, roll them, pass 'em

Next one won't be like the last one

Old school classic, don't do magic

But disappear with a bad bitch

Funds, I stack 'em, girls, I mack 'em

Being broke? I can't imagine

What's that cost? Don't see the tags

I reached the point, don't even brag

[Verse 8]

(Okay) O.G. status

(Okay) And I don't need fashion

(Okay) And my girls be badder

Throw it back, she got talent

(Okay) Won't be off-balance

(Okay) She love a challenge

(Okay) And the money keep babbling

Grown-ass men, these boys be childish

[Verse 9]

Pull up and my ride sick with it

We gon' probably get rich to this

Everytime that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this

She gon' probably get lit to this

She gon' probably get lit to this

Every time that your girlfriend play this

She gon' probably get lit to this

[Verse 10]

Roller skate, paper chase, foreign cars, paper place

I ain't gaze, large estates, my name hold weight

My money straight

Roller skate, paper chase, foreign cars, paper place

I ain't gaze, large estates, my name hold weight

My money straight

(Yeah)

Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Greg Gillis, Justin Scott, Leon Ware, Sean Pompey, Shante Franklin, Zane Grey

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