Party Ain’t a Party lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana]
Party ain't a party less you f*ck the whole crew
Bringing Henny and Bacardi, and bring the smoke too
Don't be cuffing hoes, ngiga, let the b*tch through
And uh
And uh
Party ain't a party less you f*ck the whole crew
Bring the Henny and Bacardi, and bring the smoke too
Don't be cuffing hoes, n*gga, let the b*tch through
And uh
And uh

[Verse 1: French Montana]
My hand in the bucket, her hand in my pocket
See me going down, now shawty wanna Joc it
And uh
See me in the drop, and uh
sh*tted on that b*tch like cat litter
In the drop top, finna let the top drop
[?] top drop
Never [?] ghost rider
Know a n*gga rolling, f*ck a ghost writer
Please your honor, don't f*ck my timе up
Only got [?] know [?]
I'm uh
Need 7 0's, [?]
Break down with my Coke Boy [?]
[Verse 2: Big Cheeze]
Big numbers on thе V, take a look inside
These n*ggas bent up out of shape, like some crookid eyes
[?] been the same since [?]
Jewls on, [?] cream
That's a [?]
Racks, I be holding some
n*gga out of line, have the paramedics pick him up
It ain't locomotive, she let me run a train
Party and bullsh*t, that's all on a n*gga brain
Cocaine, certified
Have you n*ggas bleeding in your ride
We see the games from a different angle
That's why the stones in these chains all star spangled

[Chorus: French Montana]
Party ain't a party less you f*ck the whole crew
Bringing Henny and Bacardi, and bring the smoke too
Don't be cuffing hoes, ngiga, let the b*tch through
And uh
And uh
Party ain't a party less you f*ck the whole crew
Bring the Henny and Bacardi, and bring the smoke too
Don't be cuffing hoes, n*gga, let the b*tch through
And uh
And uh
[Verse 3: Chinx]
[?] I know you heard about that Coke Boy movement
Word on the street, we the hottest n*ggas moving
Now get your friends and come over to V.I.P
Shots of Patrone got her dancing right in front of me
She tryna f*ck with me, but my eyes on her friend
Two stepped my way to the b*tch, and told her let's get it in
She put her hands on me, [?] how she love my sh*t
Chinx [?] b*tch
And he a Coke Boy, so get in tune with him
We f*ck with freaks, [?] going to the moon with him
Meaning we taking off, [?]
But you gotta f*ck every Coke Boy, that's right

[Verse 4: Flip]
Money overflowing, I'm sunk in the deep
Probably with your b*tch, getting sucked like some teeth
n*gga hang it up, in the closet with the clothes
[?] like a finger in they nose
Coke Boys popping Rose, sour O's, getting money like
I get fly
I get high
Off the loud
A party ain't a party til we in it
And I got [?] weed when them seeds in it
Snow bunny on the road, doing the speed limit
f*ck the game, my [?] I'm taking [?] in it
I want shorty with the long hair, think it's weeve in it
Hit it in the coupe, on the low, the V tinted