Song Lyrics

Hey, ay

I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a nigga head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money
Me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I remember when she ain't want me
Vvs's on me now the bitch bustin' (hey!)
I had to hit me a lick
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin (jug)
Thought it was

She gon' do the gang, all of us (all of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (blaoh)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (blaoh blaoh)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (got 'em up)
My niggas on go, ain't no stopping us (stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (poppin' up)
I pour me a four of pineapple Crush (yeah)

I pour me a three in a peach Crush (in a peach Crush)
She sip on my lean now she geek'd up (now she geek'd up)
The girl of your dreams is an eater (is a eater)
Rocket on me nigga don't try to sneak up (don't try to sneak up)
Too boring, why she think that I need her?
Two foreigns bitch need me a Visa (two foreigns)
She staring like she Mona Lisa (hey)
Ice glaring came out of the freezer
Diamonds fighting like Goku and Frieza (Goku and Frieza)
No shawty I don't want you or need ya (Want you, or need ya)
How you ballin'? See you up in the bleachers (up in the bleachers)
I'ma hit a stain, my niggas they bleach up (jug)
L.v. Put it all on my sneakers
Healthy smokin' all the best reefer (hey)
In the ghost lookin' like the Grim Reaper
On the road, she give brain like teacher (brain like teacher)

I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a nigga head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money
Me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I remember when she ain't want me
Vvs's on me now the bitch bustin' (hey!)
I had to hit me a lick
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin
Thought it was

She gon' do the gang, all of us (all of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (got 'em up)
My niggas on go, ain't no stopping us (stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (poppin' up)
I pour me a four of pineapple Crush (yeah)

Pour a four down in the big blue (what?)
Ice on me like a fucking igloo (ice)
Big dog, nigga, no Blues Clues (big dog)
Bring your bitch I'ma give her back too (bitch)
Ooh, rappers they broke and they salty
Lean in the morning like coffee (lean)
She got a Birkin, she bossin'
My neck is so wet like a faucet
Niggas on the internet flexin' (flex)
Lookin' at my pockets they pregnant
I just might pull out the Bentley (skrrt)
Now that I'm worth a few milli' (huh?)
In the kitchen but the stove broke
I was hustlin' for a bank roll
Blue cheese all hundos (blue)
She on her back like camel (Rich)

I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a nigga head, concussion (cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money
Me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I remember she ain't want me
Vvs's on me now the bitch bustin' (hey!)
I had to hit me a lick (jug)
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin
Thought it was

She gon' do the gang, all of us (all of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (blaoh)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (blaoh blaoh)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (got 'em up)
My niggas on go, ain't no stopping us (stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (poppin' up) (Dexter, ah, whoa)
I pour me a four of pineapple Crush (yeah) (whoa huh)

Pull to the club, shoot the party up
Got money my pockets, yeah, big bucks
Rich Forever, they can't f*ck with us
That AP my wrist, f*ck that Rollie up
Hop in the back of that Maybach
Flexin' so hard, man, you know you can't say that
Can't f*ck with Tammy or alley rat
Flexin' your chains, man, my shooters'll snatch that
I gotta smoke up the onion
Niggas talkin', but really ain't getin' no money
I came from nothin' to somethin'
Pop me two pills, my heart be jumpin'
What, huh, f*ck you lil' bitch on a date
Huh, I might just bus' in her face
Huh, I got the money on me
Tell the lil' bitch I'll buy her Celine, Dexter

I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a nigga head, concussion
I just be talkin' that money
Me and that bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I made moves she ain't want me
VVS's on me now the bitch bustin' (hey!)
I had to hit me a lick (jug)
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin (jug)
Thought it was

She gon' do the gang, all of us (all of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (blaoh)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (blaoh blaoh)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (got 'em up)
My niggas on go, ain't no stopping us (stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (poppin' up)
I pour me a four of pineapple Crush (yeah)

Dimitri Leslie Roger, Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr., Jason Critchlow

The duration of Party Bus is 4:06 minutes and seconds.