Party After 2

Hey, come here, baby,

I know you ain't tired

What, what that mean?

Aye, pour a drink

We gon' party, you with me?

Homie, bring that in

I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house

And on the walls got

Gucci linen

My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night

Night, night, night, night, all night

I pull up in that

MaseratiCome inside, baby, it's the after party

What you like,

Ciroc? Or the dark

Bacardi?I got a couple dutches rolled up

I don't see the hold up like that

Everybody growed up, we grown

My little chocolate thing, my butter pecan momma

My white girl is hot, too, and she like

ObamaMy little

Asian chick and my

Jamaican girl

Wind on me, wind on me, damn 'cause she love the, ha

My left hand is froze, high got me spillin'

RoseOn her thousand dollar red-bottom open toes

I be in the hood but tonight

I'm notI got the party jumping off at my own spot

I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house

And on the walls got

Gucci linen

My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night

Night, night, night, night, all night

You're now listening to this lyrical christening

Haters won't be dissin' him because their baby momma on me

I make the women horny, just the way that

I amD-Block, the way

I look up in that black

Lam'Chain watch bezel iced out, goddamn

Real airport in the hood, that's my fam

I do Patron shots, she like red wine

She looking at me like she ready for her bedtime

They call me

Don-Don, flow so ridiculous

I like 'em fat too, come here, are you ticklish?

Eat my like a licorice or better yet your favorite dish

You think

I'm home by myself, hater, remember this

I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house

And on the walls got

Gucci linen

My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night

Night, night, night, night, all night'

Cause we don't stop 'til it's gone, don't stop 'til it's gone

So don't leave me, leave me

The DJ's playing my song, take up in my song

Don't leave me, leave me

Oh, oh okay, thinkin' 'bout you, blue lingerie

Quarter past 2, shawty swing my way

So hit the phone, you can tell it's on

I got five ***y women plus some five star love in my house

And on the walls got

Gucci linen

My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night

Night, night, night, night, all night