Party Sto - Trap Magazine Lyrics

Baby I'm a fool fool
Young rich niggas we bool
That shit don't be cool cool
When a nigga lose

But I'm looking back, I cannot change that
I woke up and I put on new hat
Nigga wake up and flex the same patek
I was born to just hustle and pop tags
I keep them Diamonds on me
F*ck that lil bitch up in her dreams
Sipping the lean sipping the lean
Now I be feeling sleepy so feeling wavy
Show the money her body gon react
It be karma that's why you look that
I can't help myself been about all that

We got whole mags
I been all my bag
I grew around body bags
I tell young niggas to go run a lap
It be the closest who stab in ya in the back
I gotta get rid of the stress, I know that
Living my life got no time for regret
I want the money, I need all the checks
Yeah that lil bitch vip let her in
I'm bout to blow a couple hunnid bands
Lie to yourself pussy boy instead
They need hero crank it up yeah
Next thing you know wake up she in my bed

Rocking valentino poppin champagne
Damn that yo chick she f*cked the whole gang
Damn that's yo chick she f*cked the whole game
I can't give this time to ya no way
I can't give no heart baby let's play
She said she like party he don't like dates
Rolling up a wood nigga what you thank
I can't feel a thang yeah I'm at the bank
Pull up at the bank
All I smoke is loud we smoke hella dank
Party sto baby you know it gon crank
I be on the scene doing what you thank
Getting hella money bitch I'm at the bank