Iamsu! - Nun But A Party lyrics

[Hook – Scotty ATL] Two tone paint on the Cut, dog Whole lot of flood in my cup, dog Mama cooked the fish and grits before I jumped off Next stop, VIP, slicked up dog Bad b**hes pouring drinks, put your gla** up Make a toast to the n***as getting cash up A lot of n***as alive, but I ain't living Trill n***as throw your hands to the ceiling It ain't nothing but a party It ain't nothing but a party, party It ain't nothing but a party It ain't nothing but a party, party It ain't nothing but a [Verse 1 – Scotty ATL] Hold up, wait, yeah I'm tryna do that I ain't talking Texas when I say I'm tryna screw that Taught getting money on the ground, yeah my crew that Dark tint on it, pull up, n***a like: "who that?" Born as a king, had a crown in the womb You can feel a real n***a when they enter in the room They don't pat him down, get to the club just as soon He an organized gangster, everything cool, let him in! Ok, this is how the sh** go Sparklers come in, no guessing who this sh** for Major on the beat, getting lit with my kin folk A-Town to Cali, keep it jumping like a '64 Seven feet tall, want the money like Manute Bol Your money like Spud Webb Piss drunk, looking for a freak Still working on my two step [Hook] [Verse 2 – Iamsu!] Magic City, ATL Met a stripper named blue, she was thick as hell I'm from the west coast, brick city And everywhere I go you know the clique with me I made a million in the 1-3 My girl thick enough to work at KOD And all I see is Su mini-mes I'm a month removed from 23 Finna go too far for the twofold Balling out, I just need a hoop court Swish, increase the pace like Paul George Had some of the baddest on two legs on all fours Run the state from the bay down to Los Angeles And I bury these bars, I'm a barbarian And they can't handle the ball so they start carrying Run it till I'm down under like an Australian [Hook] [Verse 3 – B.o.B] I pull up in something you've never seen But I promise you'll hear the engine Fore you even know what street that I'm coming from When I'm feeling cumbersome, I party till Monday come I need a ghetto booty, preferably an onion one I'm always the honest one Can't point a real n***a out unless you done humbled one I'm always the blunted one The type of dude to have the same team I did from the jump And you the type of dude to just show up when the money come (I'm here!) and leave when the money's done I'm fasting from fake n***as, consider it Rama-done If we in the building, well it's like there's a special going 1 800 call a real n***a, the telethon Hit us for help or something [Bridge – B.o.B] Yeah, it's all I know East side Decatur white is all I dope Yeah, it's all I know Pour my drank, Imma smoke my dro [Hook]