Soulja Boy — Party

[Chorus: Soulja Boy & Sean Kingston] Catch me sliding to the party Sliding to the party Hop up out the Audi Hopped up out the audi Bout to turn up the party Bout to turn up the party Bout to turn up the party Walked in with my Glock 40 Walked in with my Glock 40 Sliding to the party Sliding to the party Hopped up out the audi Hopped up out the audi All the cameras they recording [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] I'm important The bricks, they come imported The Lambo [?] I be going hard I got this money pouring That lean got me snoring Making hits, so I need touring All this money is pouring Bad bitch and she foreign Yeah she look so gorgeous [?] [?] [Chorus: Soulja Boy & Sean Kingston] Catch me sliding to the party Sliding to the party Hop up out the Audi Hopped up out the audi Bout to turn up the party Bout to turn up the party Bout to turn up the party Walked in with my Glock 40 Walked in with my Glock 40 Sliding to the party Sliding to the party Hopped up out the audi Hopped up out the audi All the cameras they recording [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] I'm important I just picked her up I just got the Rari Now we sliding to the club I got 30,000 In my pocket We bout to take off Like a rocket I'm a trending topic And she poppin She know I'm gwoppin I take her shopping Cause I be gwoppin 50 K that's nothing We don't do no bluffin We overseas and [?] Money got me touring Bankrolls on my tour buss Cup full of syrup I pull up to my mansion And she dancing She say that I'm handsome I'm attractive Money I add it That's what that is 50 K in one day Hundred K in two days We in the club, turning up on a Tuesday All of these cameras We can make a movie [Chorus: Soulja Boy & Sean Kingston] Catch me sliding to the party Sliding to the party Hop up out the Audi Hopped up out the audi Bout to turn up the party Bout to turn up the party Bout to turn up the party Walked in with my Glock 40 Walked in with my Glock 40 Sliding to the party Sliding to the party Hopped up out the audi Hopped up out the audi All the cameras they recording