MARCO POLO & TORAE - Party Crashers lyrics

rate me

Yeah, we gon crash the party

Niggas don't know? You better ask somebody

If I ain't on the list, you should add me probably

Shit ain't no joke, we ain't laughin hardly

Yeah, we up in this bitch

Lotta niggas in here look like they got chips

Lotta niggas in here lookin like they rich

They dressin like Pharrel but they ain't got the Clips(e)

Nope, so they sittin to get got

That billionaire boys club shit is type hot

You know about the BBC in this spot?

Them boys'll bash your chest, your chain go pop

Yup, shit'll get that real

These niggas'll break fast to get that meal

Ain't no need to scrap, but they gets that steel

To get that grill, cause shit's that trill

Nah nigga, don't get worried

But soft niggas that talk tough is unheard

The sidetalk is sidewalk right on the curb

Slap the shit out a nigga and call him young bird

Word, but this spot is type packed

They throwin Patron shots down back to back

My niggas is in here strapped gat for gat

So all y'all niggas with plaques gon get capped

Jacked, that's relieved of your cash

It's bare-skinded, no gloves and no mask

So you could lose your life or lose that stash

This industry party's officially been crashed

The DJ told 'em put they hands up

That's when you noticed that me and my niggas stand up

If everybody oblige it won't be that tough

But if you act up you get click-clacked up

Everybody give they jewels and cash up

From rap niggas to rock, this is a mash-up

Niggas look mad shook for gettin they shit took

I put it on YouTube, make it a good look

VIP got niggas cigar smokin

I'm just playin the side, the god's scopin

Till I hop over the counter and start locin

Now the cash register and the bar's open

News folks say blame the recession

But I blame BET, it's no question

Ballin-ass videos'll have a cat stressin

Then show American Gangster, givin 'em lessons

How to do it, now nigga, let's get to it

Put everything in the bag and let's move it

If you got somethin to prove, well then prove it

But I know funeral homes with mad room, kid

Don't do it, really, there's no purpose

You can get all this back, just keep workin

But if you get clapped your back'll stop workin

Nah, it's not worth the cat that I'm murkin

Hurt him

(Party crashers)