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)