Santos Party House

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Uh, my bank branch know me first name basis House party lookin' like a Thursday at Aces (Right) Good gracious, all these blue faces Told them niggas hold they breath, they can't take it Stans and Lavers, that's Adidas paper Authentic Harlem, they ain't wanna see us caked up (Uh-huh) The rates' up, the gigs' up too Double header in France, went for a bag and I picked up two Back across the water, bosses aura Belaire Rose flowin' like faucet water Get love from the plug, he endorse my order Finesse a few plays, get mo' bucks Fast as a 'Rari, bad broad hoppin' out of planes Put my pot down, now I'm 'bout to twist another strain Uh, disappear like David Blaine (Right) Got a few things I can do with this Mary Jane like [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA] Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah) We gon' prolly get rich to this (Right) Every time that your girlfriend play this She gon' prolly get lit to this (Right) She gon' prolly get lit to this (Really) She gon' prolly get lit to this (Yeah) Every time that your girlfriend play this She gon' prolly get lit to this [Verse 2: Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa] She wanna roll (Uh) What she say, she can come but she can't stay I'll smash on you, but I can't lay Back shots, still got my sweatsuit on In my hi-tops, fo' chains and my Plain Jane watch Her homegirl watch from the rooftop I'm the true new season, new coupes out What you 'bout? I'm on a new route Bitches shakin' ass lookin' like Uncle Luke house Roll so many O's, it's just "Ooo" now Andretti, couple more Chevy's In the paint shop, they almost ready When they hit the streets, you'll know 'Cause all of sudden, nigga turn ice cold Big paper get where small money can't go (Big paper get where small money can't go) [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T.] Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it (Yeah) We gon' prolly get rich to this (Hol' up) Every time that your girlfriend play this She gon' prolly get lit to this (Now) She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah ) She gon' prolly get lit to this (That right, Yeah ) Every time that your girlfriend play this She gon' prolly get lit to this (Ugh) [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] I got a priority flow, I'm right at yo do' Kickin' flavors wrapped in paper, they ain't labeled before Southern lights, ain't a device that could disable the glow I school a bitch, get down with, you went and catered the ho I'm on a level that never be, like planets you'll never see I sit somewhere in between, rhythms and melodies Allow me to primp, primp, get out with a pimp limp Put it on a blimp for a bitch that done jumped ship I got this here on cruise control Ooze the type of cool that Eskimos would know Rose the type of bread that only Huck could fold Blindfold folk at my house before I entered the code ‘Cause a lame break and enter where he ain't enter before But I block 'em like a center the ball The way I shine, like I shine like the sun ain't been shinin' at all 2AM in the morning, bet she know who to call Krizzle [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Pull up in my ride, sick wit' it We gon' prolly get rich to this Every time that your girlfriend play this She gon' prolly get lit to this She gon' prolly get lit to this She gon' prolly get lit to this Every time that your girlfriend play this She gon' prolly get lit to this [Outro: Curren$y & Smoke DZA] Roller skates, paper chase Foreign cars, paper planes Iron gates, large estates My name hold weight, my money straight Roller skates, paper chase Foreign cars, paper planes Iron gates, large estates My name hold weight, my money straight (Yeah)