John Carlos - Party on West Lyrics

Wake up finna flex, made my wrist drip new Patek
Young nigga counting up, nigga had dreams that I'm getting rich
It's a party out on the west, called my nigga told him get dressed
Nigga asking who all there, probably be about 100 hoes nothing less
Squad back on the road, whipping the whoopty made in '02
Khalil's mom had the wheels, he'd grab her keys when she hit the snooze
We had dreams of riding in the Rolls, but for now this shit is smooth
We had drank to get a little turnt, and some weed to soothe a nigga soul
Now pass that Tanqueray ol' bean head we about to link up with some biddies
Thank the lord for that sundress showing all ass and the titties
Drank got a nigga buzzing, talking to big Miche and her cousin
Thick in the right places shorty was corn fed and real southern
Drip been up on the wave, adding up big chips with the Lays
State to state for the shows, throwing brassieres to me on the stage
Pull up, hop out, then we took a peek inside a nigga house,
Bitches dancing on the couch, I knocked twice then he came out
And he was like BITCH WHO DAT

It's JC I brought the hoes nigga and they all bad and they boujee
Dap up, walk in, they throwing all ass and its juicy
This shit feeling like a movie drank poured up nigga go stupid,
Gone head and get loose
I'm that nigga with the juice
I just keep it 100 proof
Shorty looking with those hungry eyes like she wanna slurp me like I'm soup
I'm just mobbing with the crew
I been balling with the bros
Shorty posing in the pics
But she don't wanna be a hoe
We can keep it on the low
We can keep it on the Vick
Polaroids in that lingerie baby next step is the 'flix
I ain't talking about the chill
1k keep it trill
Gold plate bottom grill
Shorty acting like she from the hood but i know she was raised in the hills

BITCH WHO DAT
Water all on my wrist looking like a nigga about to grow some gills
Pussy nigga you a rat
You been scared of the trap
All gold when I'm pulling up like the 49ers no Kaep
(No cap, no cap, no cap)
BITCH WHO DAT
It's JC I brought the hoes nigga and they all bad and they boujee
Dap up, walk in, they throwing all ass and its juicy
Drank got me on 10 yeah nigga now it's time to start choosing
Big booty named Jude
I'm that nigga with the juice
I'm that nigga with the moves
Young nigga stay smooth
F*ck a nigga looking at me like he gotta problem f*ck you gone do
Flexing like you got the tooley
Muthaf*cka who you fooling
Stank breath ass muthaf*cka you a rat boy Ratatouille
Oh you a big dog huh
Nigga you scooby
Matter fact you just goofy
I'll smack you in yo coofie
Hey, hey, hey
Big balla, chasing the bag should've been caught up

BITCH WHO DAT
It's JC I brought the hoes with me and they all bad and they boujee
Dap up, walk in, they throwing all ass and its juicy
This shit feeling like a movie drank poured up nigga go stupid,
Gone head and get loose
I'm that nigga with the juice
I just keep it 100 proof
Shorty looking with those hungry eyes like she wanna slurp me like I'm soup
I'm just mobbing with the crew
I been balling with the bros
Shorty posing in the pics
But she don't wanna be a hoe
We can keep it on the low
We can keep it on the Vick
Polaroids in that lingerie baby next step is the 'flix
I ain't talking about the chill
1k keep it trill
Gold plate bottom grill
Shorty acting like she from the hood but i know she was raised in the hills

Big flex, made my wrist drip new Patek
Young nigga counting up, nigga had dreams that I'm getting rich
It's a party out on the west
Heard they had good weed for the stress
Good hoes that'll throw it when they see some real niggas in the set, ugh