[INTRO]
Yeah
Party time woo
Holy shit look at that line wow
[VERSE 1]
Rolling up to this shindig
Got the Lyft big
Waited in line for 45 minutes
I ain't here for no drama
Pop bottles like I drop comma's
In between a seven figure number that's a pair
In that tan dress wifey Fran Dresch
Got it fitted I'll admit it I keep starring at her damn breasts
Shotta's on the bar shotta's on the wall starring at broads the night's young
Babe, everybody in this place got a face
Think I stepped on Leonardo DiCaprio's shoe lace
Rubbed an elbow with Gucci Mane spilled my drink on his Loubie
Stain on his mink with this blueish thing something in it went to my brain like damn
Coke on the toilet seat, really
Like damn
Why the fuck are the back of my thighs numb
Like damn
Bitch knows how to shake her ass like
Babe check it out look how good she can shake it
Like damn
End up on a D-list blog
Like damn
How we getting back to the Sofitel
Like damn
Dude at the bar's supposed to be our Lyft
Like damn
He gon fuck around and drive us off the bridge
Like Stan
[Chorus 1]
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
[VERSE 2]
Oh my God she look at my face
I need to get my tipsy ass up out of this place
Before I fuck around and end up like her last mistake
She gonna Happy my Gilmore I'm gotta make an escape I'm like damn
End up in the next T Swift song damn
Man I hope I end up in her next song like
Wifey gonna beat my ass for that last bar shit fuck rewind that
Lost a button on my tux got my phone light shining like damn
Crawling on the floor like I'm playing peekabutt cam
Really sneakers Lil Xan sneakers what are those Cams
Halsey stepping on my finger tips man like damn
Jumping for the pipe like Mario flapping and flipping their skirts turning all into sorry hoes
Disappear then reappear skrrt skrrt like Posty's Ferrari goes
Get you out on the dance floor working your cardio
Dude's grabbing asses tryna rip a butt off
Like they brain shut off when they tryna get a nut off
Roof on fire burn till the music shut off
[Chorus 2]
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
[BRIDGE]
That chick threw up and she ain't cut off
He just threw up and he ain't cut off
I just threw up and I ain't cut off
We just keep it rocking till out livers all shut off
[VERSE 3]
Somehow I got into the VIP
I said babe let's go up to the VIP
I looked around for her but she ain't nowhere to be
Well where the hell's she at if she ain't following me I'm
Like damn
I saw her on the floor with that twerkin' bitch
Damn
I guess she asked if she took a class
Like damn
Now I'm really playing peekabutt
Like cam
That video already went viral
Like spam
Fucking people like machines in this place
Stepped on Leonard DiCaprio's other shoe lace
Stupid fuckin' security swept me out of the 30K section
Sippin' on LOUIS XIII don't know where I am currently
She said boy let's bounce I'm tryna get boned
I told her that I'm married see that chick out on the floor
She's the only one here who ain't got her up thrown
I stumbled up to her gave her the signal and we gone
Like scram
We only been here 20 minutes
Like damn
These people crazy babe let's get out while
We can
Third verse ain't the daddy but we fittin' to blaaerrmmm
We ain't never hittin' Greystone ever again
[Chorus 3]
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off
People throwing up and nobody getting cut off