More songs by Waka Flocka Flame
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Description
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Executive Producer: Debra Antney
Audio Recording Engineer: Finis "KY" White
Mixer: Finis "KY" White
Featured Vocals: Kebo Gotti
Producer: Lexus "Lex Luger" Lewis
Executive Producer: Waka Flocka Flame
Rapper Vocals: Waka Flocka Flame
Writer: D. Chatman
Writer: J. Malphurs
Writer: L. Lewis
Lyrics and translation
Original
Grove
Street.
Flocka.
I got a whole lot of money. Bitches count it for me.
Bottle keep poppin while the bad hoes jockin. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. My partner on the pill. My other partner drunk.
Roll up that loud, I'm tryna get fucked up. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
I stepped in the club, rollin' up that loud shit. My weed keep coming, security says, "Be quiet.
" My presence start a riot, the girls get excited.
Hoes all wanna try it, I'm like, "Why not try it? " My swag, they wanna buy it, my juice, they wanna try it.
Club goin' stupid when I uh that doobie.
Jewelry got her chewin', juggin' and she movin'. Grove Street buildin', nigga who you killin'?
Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million. Jacks is through the ceilin', that's how we ballin'.
You know that I'm rollin', threw another bean back.
Now I'm 'bout to meet her in the club with the heater. I got a whole lot of money. Bitches count it for me.
Bottle keep poppin while the bad hoes jockin. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. My partner on the pill.
My other partner drunk. Roll up that loud, I'm tryna get fucked up.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
A party ain't a party 'til I walk in it. Lime green flag, match the fitted and the linen.
Gucci shades over my face and my lens kinda tinted. 'Cause my eyes real low and my head just start spinnin'.
I'm rollin' like a motherfucker, roll out in this motherfucker. I'm a Roscoe Dash shit,
I'm 'bout to show out in this motherfucker.
My jewelry game on floss, about to snow out in this motherfucker.
Ayy Flocka, get them bottles, let's pour out in this motherfucker.
Ayy motherfucker, what the hell is you boppin' for? Run up on me and my squad, now that shouldn't be a option for.
Somebody better let 'em know, I suggest that you let it go.
This a Grove Street party, fake niggas -hit the exit door. -I got a whole lot of money.
Bitches count it for me. Bottle keep poppin while the bad hoes jockin.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
My partner on the pill. My other partner drunk. Roll up that loud, I'm tryna get fucked up.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
Rollin' off the bean, you can do the lean. Blowin' on that loud pack, play that Bobby
Brown back. The hood got my pluggin' back, the streets, I'm not juggin' back.
Please step the fuck back, Grove Street, yes we are back.
Hood plus I'm nigga rich, every ghetto feelin' this. Twenty on my right wrist, thirty on my left wrist.
Hundred on my neck, hide out for my respect.
Twenty-fuckin'-ten, I'ma blow the whole check. In the club flex, that's a party flex.
You know how we ball, all I know is ball. Every dollar in my pocket, I'ma spend it all.
When a nigga die, they gon' say, "Shawty rocked. " I got a whole lot of money. Bitches count it for me.
Bottle keep poppin while the bad hoes jockin.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party. My partner on the pill.
My other partner drunk. Roll up that loud, I'm tryna get fucked up.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party.
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party