We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

She always held me down I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things, don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose

Rozay, Rozay Rozay Got that, Rozay, Rozay Rozay Bottle up (Boom, boom, detail) Here, comes, them bottles of that Clique I know you're gettin busy, go work it lil' momma Got that Rozay, Rozay Rozay Here, comes them bottles of that Patron Them bottles of

We go legend, we go legend (yeah, yeah) With my best friend We go legend, we go legend (alright) We go legend (go), we go legend (go), yeah (yeah) We go legend (go), we go legend (go legend) With my best friend (alright) We go legend (yeah) We go legend

Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet (space cadet) Big white mansion is my habitat (habitat) Aim a lot of sticks like it's laser tag (laser tag) Fuck a rich bitch, havin' rich sex (rich sex) Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant (weed plant)

Unless you give me a reason You know I change with the seasons (yeah I change, change) The same way I'm coming bitch I'm leaving (yeah I'm out) And when I'm gone you won't see me (gone) You know I move with the seasons And when I'm gone you won't see me

Whoomp there it is! Shakka-lakka-lakka boom Whoomp (sheya) Boom sheya (shakka lakka lakka boom) Boom sheya ( shakka lakka lakka boom) Boom shik boom shik

Here comes the boom Here comes the boom Now get off ya fassy 'Cause a fassy nah try Make dem skins cry Marrow affi fly Tottin' out inna di sky All gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high Gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high

He was off the Perkys he was leaning They tried to take his chain, he's surrounded by them demons He had a bunch of bad bitches lining up to meet him They reselling the tickets a thousand dollars just to see him I wanna dress like him, I wish I could be