My Type Of Party Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga]
f*ck it, straight up
Versace chain hunna thousand, make Channel chains look lousy
I just bought a Ferrari, and you just bought some Air Jordan's
That's for all you bloggers, I'm f*ckin' the b*tches that you bloggin'
Went Goyard retarded, and my VVS is flawless
I'mma big n*gga like Wallace, truthfully you ain't honest
Talkin bout the numbers you profit, I get college money without college
You still own student loans b*tch, how you drive nice cars, no home b*tch
Now a days n*ggas just wanna world star sh*t, don't start no sh*t won't be no sh*t, b*tch
Always stay with some molly, shout out to molly mall
50 thou at the crap table, I'm about to bet it all
I like the pus*y wet, and I like her weave long
I've been on road so long, n*ggas think they puttin' on but when I'm back home
Done

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]
Yo girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
20 b*tches in the lobby
There's plenty b*tches in the lobby
And they all drinkin' they smokin'
This my type of party
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Back in this b*tch early, taco Tuesday on Thursday
Do it big like I'm Percy, money talks, ya heard me
I got hoes in new jersey, tastes like strawberry Hershey
We went to the mets game, I wore my strawberry jersey
She said nah baby don't hurt me, ass look like it could murk me
Smokin', drinkin', and rappin', what you doin' I'm workin'
Her pus*y wet, I'm surfin', she met a n*gga in person
Daiquiris, no virgin, racks on me I'm splurgin'
Labels think I'm urban, f*ck you and your suburban
F-G-T-P, (what's that) f*ckin' Girls Thats Persian
Waste money on purpose, chicken wings from Church's
I told her I'mma cheap date, she said nah baby you was worth it

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]
Yo girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
For real she got a nice body
I think she's doin' that karate, Aye
20 b*tches in the lobby
There's plenty b*tches in the lobby
They all drinkin' and smokin'
This my type of party
Party (6x)
This my type of party
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Turn Up
Bad chick gimme some of dat brain, trippy mane smokin' like a runaway train
Maybach coupe and I left it plain jane, bought another Bentley and I did the same thang
Pimped out, topped out, ridin' round town wit a hollywood b*tch bout to smoke a whole pound
Gettin' higher than a muthaf*ckin space shuttle, And I like my sprite dirty like a mud puddle
Bring her to the crib, she can f*ck the team
On some adderall, and a cup of lean
All this Louie I got on, dope boy fresh
And my weed so loud I think im goin' deaf
Penthouse suite, on the top floor
Taylor Gang ballin out, got the top score
Party like a rock star rollin up good, and you pus*y n*ggas hatin' cause you wish you could

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY]
Yo girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
20 b*tches in the lobby
There's plenty b*tches in the lobby
And they all drinkin' they smokin'
This my type of party