Intel$, Yungbc, King D-Roc - Party Lyrics

Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring a friend if she thick
Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Get some opps we can pick
Man
We just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
I just wanna hit quick
Cause we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring yourself and the clique

She say she got murder on her mind
I don't give a fuck
I said I got money on my mind
Gotta count it up
Gotta chase the bag so you niggas all know what's up
Only seventeen with a dream yeah we in the cut
Do this on my own by my lone
Jayfrost in the zone
They say how you do it like that
This shit from the dome
Raris the Lambos
the Cedes the Ghost
All of my niggas fuck with the bad hoes
Fuck with a real one you already know
Fuck with a real one you already know

Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring a friend if she thick
Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Get some opps we can pick
Man
We just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
I just wanna hit quick

First I'm the motherfucking greatest
Cause I be shining bright like it's motherfucking Vegas
My flow be the best
Don't you go at me
I'm throwing these parties like I be Jay Gatsby
Do you remember
Back to September
All us together
Raging forever
They pull up and bouncing
Tens, Fifties, Hundreds, you know that I'm counting
It ended too quick but you know that I'm laughing
Girls hopping fences from Twelve fucking crashing
Pulling these tricks cause you know that I'm clever
Know imma pimp go call me Hugh Hefner
Thinking we finished but we getting started
They throwing it back but they got retarded
Success be a drug no need for flexing
I'm getting this money go call me a Heckmann

Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring a friend if she thick
Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Get some opps we can pick
Man
We just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
I just wanna hit quick
Cause we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring yourself and the clique

Let's party
Bring some bands
Couple checks
No straps on the floor
Leave the bullets in the clip
No bottle in yo hand nigga you ain't on the list
You understand ya need a 3 or a chick
We just wanna party no fucking up the vibe
No drama getting turnt no lacking on the ice
House full of bottles getting sain through the night
House full of strong everybody catching high
Niggas gotta dip it's the red and blue lights
Can't walk straight everybody at a time
Gassed out damn another party taking flight
Shoutout to the twins everybody wanna write

Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring a friend if she thick
Man we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Get some opps we can pick
Man
We just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
I just wanna hit quick
Cause we just wanna party
Bring a friend bring a chick
Bring yourself and the clique