Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Party Heart lyrics

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[Hook]

The music gets into my party heart

Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start

Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart

Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard

I hope you ready to go

[Verse 1: Stalley]

Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door

Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though

Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links

Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night

Pregamed all day, waiting for the night

I’m on the tree, she on (?) and Sprite

Told her take it light cause later on gon’ be tight

6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes

Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight

Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers

Spilling champagne on my trousers, it’s a party all around us

[Hook]

Me and LeBron got the same whips

Me and Dwyane on the same strip

Me and Wiz burn the same piff

Me and Stalley need the same pick

Me and Meek bone the same chicks

Me and Wale rock the same kicks

Contract like I play for the Knicks

My crib look like I’m still playing with bricks

My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor

Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?

Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore

We can party hard in exclusive couture

Starting at your toes and I’m travelling north

Down south boy, diabolical boss

Hermes belt, spent a G for it

The G5 ready for a D-boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

You know I like to party hard, hard, hard

Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard

Throw it to my dogs, now it’s far-fetched

I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test

Niggas saying that they ’bout it but I’m ’bout this caper

Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper

Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur

Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up

Had a crib with the lake when I was 24

Bought rims for the car off of (?)

Niggas round the city, they have been exposed

If you really getting money then it’s really dough

I’m on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke

Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke

Man what gives? I got ideas, they don’t wanna listen

All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention

I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

[Hook]

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