[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

Now all these bitches wanna say hi, I just wanna stay high

They be poppin' up at parties, the parties happened to be mine

And it's alright cause look

Don't mind me I'm just young and excited

Getting used to the feeling of being invited

And I'm kinda loose off the gin, the chronic and tonic

Most of these women know that I produced, watched and learned from Rihanna

If I got my words right I'll hit on the first night

Now you know my nerves bad like most black people on their first flight

Or like your favorite artist spazzing on their first mic

Or like a mother that's giving birth to a first life

It's love at first sight, like your first Mike's

Or your favorite pair of Fendi's in the city

Of confused career paths and fucked up love lives

I'll never regret that, I know that at one time

It was exactly what I wanted but part of my struggle was my pride is too humongous

This performance is a triumph, a ceremony of struggle ten down til we double

[Hook: Hit-Boy & James Fauntleroy]

This is something I've been wishing for every night shit (Ooooh, it's like that)

This is something I've been waiting for my whole life shit (Ooooh, it's like that)

Only real niggas and bad bitches invited, Members Only (Fireworks)

Only real niggas and bad bitches invited, Members Only, Members Only (And if you trynna light that, Firework)

(And maybe you should try that)

[Verse 2: Oktane]

Ha look

Don't mind me I'm just smoking and rapping

I woke up here nigga I don't know how it happened

Last thing I remember I was in Colton just rapping

I remember when members only was only a jacket

I remember Chauncey and Tony right after my classics

And then Tony start acting funny, and Chauncey start rapping

Me, him and Chili Chil run away to the mills traffic

Then it got really real when life got really crackin'

Cause money and hunnys got all these niggas funny acting

[Verse 3: Price]

I guess that's just a reaction when all them funds distract them

But look, don't mind me I ain't looking for pity

I just lost two homies and my cousin City

Looking at this thing we call life trynna grab a grip

Suicidal thoughts, I never thought I'd have them shits

Sharing the whole bag of chips walking home, You & I

Flirting with them bitches we would chirp on that I-205

When it was beef you would ride, when I was hurt you would cry

Me and you was unified, me and you was that do or die

But what do I do when you die, I close my eyes and I find myself lonely

Pray to Christ, I like this vice, and mourn cause I miss my homies

[Hook: Hit-Boy & James Fauntleroy]

[Verse 4: B Mac The Queen]

Don't mind me I'm just here for the veggies

I mean that carrot, spinach, celery, lettuce

I mean that gotta get it, and never say never

I swear that the ghetto just made it so easy to let go

When I was born my Momma yelling, "Now she gonna be special"

And now I'm pointing out what I want like it's easy to get those

Even the best hoes, my weed and my fresh clothes relieving my stress bro

And I'll be good for a month until it's time to re-up

I gotta get mines nigga what

[Verse 5: Kent M$NEY]

Memoirs of a youngin' torn between ball and rap

Embracing all these strangers, time told me they were more than that

Hit saw the map, Quarterbacked what I was becoming quick

And always stuck together all the time we was over shit

We ain't have much paper but always figured out how

And everybody racing to be your nigga now

It's still the same some niggas came and they went

It's more respect if you stay and you vent

As far as messages sent

It's still love let em know you still the homie

But this right here for Members Only

[Hook: Hit-Boy & James Fauntleroy]

[Outro: K. Roosevelt]

This is something I've been wishing for every night shit

Only real niggas and bad bitches invited, Members Only

(This is something I've been wishing for every night shit

This is something I've been waiting for my whole life shit

Real niggas and bad bitches invited (X3))