Busta Rhymes — My Type Of Party

'Glomerate, nigga Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same This our type of party, nigga You know what I'm sayin', like... J-Doe! These bitches actin' out, we love it though Bussa Buss, nigga Yeah Spill it Check it It's my type of party Scratch it up Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga It's Strong Island, I'm Neo Run the jungle with Leos Blunted but I keep C notes Kill niggas in trios Smoke weed with my PO Pop mollys with Geo F*ck bitches with Tyga And I get money stacks with Cee Lo Birdman is my homie Busta Rhymes is my brodie I don't trust these bitches Carryin' monsters like they Cody Say I'm trill if they know me Sue woo to my homies Saint Ives bottle in my hand But I'm in the club carrying that 40 Came with bitches that's bocky Know they bad, so they cocky Struttin' hard through that lobby Headed outside to ride my Bugatti They got drunk in this party Now these bitches all horny And I was foamin like Roddie So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me Get my jewelry from Jacob I don't shop at Benny's Chain yellow and red Shit looks like at Wendy's Money stacks, I got plenty Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi In a trap spot I'm vamping like Jerry Cooking that work up like it's Denny's Your girl got a cute face Her friend got a nice body And they just wanna have fun This my type of party Twenty bitches in the lobby There's plenty bitches in my lobby And they all drinkin', they smokin' This my type of party Bitch we bubble like soda Sellin' these verses like coca Bitch respect my persona Or I'll leave your ass up in a coma What's poppin'? Slam, okra Twistin' it good like yoga Kiss your bitch then I stroke her They complain 'cause I got too much exposure All of my meals I eat kosher Blackout, break a nigga shoulder Put the ratchet back up in the holster Sick with it like I was pneumonia I like your chain but it's a loaner Can't talk to me, nigga hold up Short breath nigga, I'm a grownup See the space shuttle when a nigga roll up Shift the clusters when I touch that gas It's must a nigga bust that ass In disgust the way you lust that trash While we in the club and now we got it on smash Smashin' every arena International Visa When I'm done a nigga need FEMA Can't breathe, got emphysema White lines on a black table, zebra Sniff coke, become another creature Tiptoeing on top of the speaker Bitch, strip club dance like a ballerina See me move with my army F*ck you niggas, I'm sorry With my caviar and my coffee Bitch this my type of party Bad hoe in my place Stacked with a nice body She just talkin' 'bout f*ckin' That's my type of party Twenty hoes tryin' to call me It's plenty hoes tryin' to call me And niggas tryin' to be next That's my type of party, okay Ridin' round in my space ship Fresh off of vacation My bitch look amazing Your bitches look basic Hear your shit and change stations My style is looking like greatness Your swag need some donations (hold up) Shout out to my boy Dom LA niggas, we on Tyga, Problem & Kendrick Game & YG let's get it I'm killin' the verse with no problem Don't rehearse and don't write 'em I just mob in that booth Whatever I do sound awesome