Welcome To The Party (REMIX) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Ron G, what's poppin' n*gga?
WunTayk Timmy
Tayk Season
Yeah

[Verse]
Baby welcome to the party
Cleaning with me, yes lawdy
Ladder with me, Jeff Hardy
Turn a n*gga Chef Boyardee
Boyardee, boy are these n*ggas sorry
We ain't gon' feed n*ggas are we?
Nah, leave n*ggas starving
b*tch I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip, one in the head
Another in every n*gga that he with
Baby, baby don't trip
Don't go on my phone, you know what it is
I ain't never dream I'd be a killa
Went to sleep with my pistol in my pillow
Woke up, took my pistol to the sh*tter
Won't catch me slipping in my slippers
I can see it in the distance getting clearer
Life is flashing, think the end is getting nearer
Michael Jackson, this is it
Militia n*gga slide clappin'
Like we listening to Thriller
I ain't cappin', I'm so different from these n*ggas
I am so different
Getting high from the bubble, I'm blisterin'
I cannot get in trouble, I'm innocent
Got a rock from the rubble and trip with hard
Trapped it, doubled it, tripled it
They surprised by how humble I'm giving it
I ain't teaching you nothing, I'm living it
Grab a mic and I'll rest when I'm rich with it
Baby welcome to the party
He think it sweet, not Harley
We got the meat like Arby's
n*gga need mine 'fore you're sorry
Still want a 512 Ferrari
In the state flying with a barbie
MC fly like I'm Marty
b*tches be quiet when I'm talkin'
Shh, she giving head on her knees
She said she can ride on her feet
I told that b*tch I wanna see
Yeah y'all got the hoes
The money sound better to me
They won't settle with me
I might let up for cheap
But it's never for free
I done set up this beef
I want cheddar on top
Put a whole lot of sesame seeds
Yeah we getting bread on my block
I grew up on Sesame Street
You know I ain't never gon' stop
Nah we just want every piece
And if that's my n*gga, then treat him like me
And b*tch give him whatever he needs
I'ma hustle forever whenever in need
Yeah, I hit a flow like a rookie
She think I'm a sweater, I'm more like a hoodie
I'm playing a lil soccer what's goody?
I'm back on my bully still packing a fully
I ain't forgot I'm good lookin'
While having some beef I can hop in some pus*y, I'm swimming away
Shoutout to my minimum wage gangsters, homie you still gettin' paid
Man out here just tryna get a dolla, hundred million ways
If I die just make sure my momma and all of my children are straight
I told her hey wait till tomorrow I just hope they don't kill me today
If they get it, I'll still be a great, my b*tch got so much faith
That I feel bigger than the space between me and second place
n*ggas getting ready for my wake and my funeral, sh*t set a date
I'll prolly show up hella late and have to hop Heaven gates
I'm right between F'n eights, I'm a motherf*cking G
I just keep f*cking up the streets, she just keep f*cking up my sheets
I don't know none these n*ggas, gotta point 'em out baby, which one is he?
I done p*ssed 'em off and I done sh*tted on 'em, n*gga this a number three
She gon' get a Brazilian, all these pus*y n*ggas on this wax sh*t
It such a beautiful feeling how I put you n*ggas on this crack sh*t
Yeah one thing I love about dealing was I ain't have to worry about the tax sh*t
But now n*ggas wanna tax sh*t and I ain't gon' go for that sh*t
Nah n*gga, welcome to the party
Boy you can cry, beg, and plead
We still gon' do it regardless
Yeah, yeah
Baby welcome to the party, yeah
The way that they chillin', I feel like this sh*t is alarming
f*cking welcome to the party
b*tch you will not see me sit
Nah, my lessons are sh*t
The f*ck is a bed huh, n*gga f*ckin' the world, yeah
Baby, yeah, baby don't trip, you know what I'm on
Rest When I'm Rich, Tayk