Party Tomorrow

Molly involved?

None at all

Party tomorrow

Fine shit evolved

Broke down her walls

I want it all

And then some mo

Cause way before

I couldn't do the things I could and walk out doors

I couldn't even see a penny, I was broke

When I pulled up to bro crib there was no couch

I slept on the floor

Now I pull up to the club and throw wrist up

I got a double cup, it's stuffed like Dave Blunts

And a drink in my hand I tell her pour me up

I got her walking 'round the house like Sabrina

She my mutt

She do tricks

She's a slut

But not a bitch

I won't go back and forth with her like Serena

I'd rather get the bag and spend it on myself

Or on my fam

Or on the gang

Not no ham

Homie lame