Party Girl (feat. Meek Mill) - Asher Roth

This the takeover, Ivy Meek Milly, DJ Khaled Let's go I've seen good girls turn bad, for the love of that cash Used to ride Impala and now 200 all on my dash And I done came up so fast, shorty came up too Put her on my team and we fucked the game up too Now my good girl, my bad bitch, I came up, ain't have shit Them Porsches and horses, a new horse and carriage I'm married to the paper, strong bond can't break us Your girlfriend said this and that But they want to diss so they hate us, shawty You know you missing my love, missing, missing my love But you know you missed out No more good girl, bad girl takeover Play good with me, baby I'm a soldier No more good girl, bad girl takeover No more good girl, it's a bad girl takeover [?] take my love even on the run And I'm going on, baby I'm so dumb Dumbest thing like the girls that have no fun Tried to regroup for ya, you were the only one No love, get money, yeah, get money It was all good 'till I had my heart stolen Can't fall for the [?] And don't get caught up in the hype, caught up in the lights I taught you how to ride, daddy daughter with a bike Yeah, you was by my side from the morning 'till the night Through all the ups and downs you left and we was on to something right And they say when a good girl gone, she gone forever And you like a lost homie, I should mourn forever Through the storm whatever, rain, sleet, hail, snow And I just wanna stick together, me and you Velcro, go No more good girl, bad girl takeover Play good with me, baby I'm a soldier No more good girl, bad girl takeover No more good girl, it's a bad girl takeover Why when it's all over, you wanna get back I guess it's always like that How to keep up, that he has to leave her

You hear that right there? That sounds light but that's three hundred thousand, n- I'm triple OG in my hood These h- call me "Big daddy" Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy Stand in the corner in some sh- that look like I paid like a milli' for, woo Blowin' this money, I heard that they askin' 'round town what he really worth, woo Most these n- be really broke, I went the harder way, boy had a penny first Now this b- is gon' get this work I tell her "Keep on them heels and that mini skirt" She Googled my net worth Lookin' like, "What is his neck worth?" My shooters, they shoot at your head like the rim just to see if the net work I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work (yeah) You n- so lame that my b- won't f- unless you cut a check first Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy (uh) Pulled up in somethin' that look like a milli', a n- put me up on Ain't gotta sell it but he say the p- a drug that he re-up on Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginóbili, you b- get D'ed up on You mad at me? Go get mad at your n- 'fore I put my sneakers on He copped me this wrist game Now it's just us at the Knicks game I might have to take him on tour just to f- in Australia, Brisbane Your time is ticking, you b- will be around shorter than Vine vids (yeah) You watch your mouth or my n- will shoot up the club like what Shyne did Your b-call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy (rrrrr) Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy B- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, is you? Front like she tough but that b- keep on crying, get this b- a tissue For what it's worth, when I took him, I could tell he would never miss you I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me, what is this b- issue? Still on top, pretty-pretty b- gang Still-still tight, pistol-pistol still bang Yo' n- call me "Big mama" Let him eat the p- then I dip on him (kyuh) Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy

Certain shit I don't even say Certain shit ain't no need to say Yeah, big chasers, big chasers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA? Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray Niggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case 'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you And I'm 'gon tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (brrr) Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in I told thе promoter "We can't bring them drums, thеn we ain't steppin' in" No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin' Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap Shooters like Stephen and we warriors Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck story up Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria Fly her to Bali, she ain't trippin', she on the tour with us Poppin' that pussy, actin' different She doin' more for us (she actin' different-different) Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (brrr) Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there 'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real Ooh (brr-brrrr), I turned shorty up Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up Told me never trust a strippin' bitch 'cause that's what caught him up Every time you catch me in some shit, it cost like four and up Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks That's when he brought me up (yeah, yeah) (Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them) (That's when he brought me up) I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit I had 60 out of 62, I'm talking bad bitches I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit I'm vibin' on fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up, Meek asked, cuz I make it jump then get it gone, nigga, ask Bud I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin' (yeah) And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin' (yeah) I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch, I got racks comin' Tell my bitch I love her And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's "Fuck her" Boy in here eating, nigga, I can't wait to up it Bitch-ass niggas Free them boys

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Now we feelin' wavy Chillin' somewhere in the tropics with my ladies 'Bout to tell my Boi-1da We gon' need some more of that conga, 'cause I Feel him lookin' at me And my girls, we fly as can bе Drippin' in sensuality Two stepping 'til evеntually He said, he said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat (yeah) Lamborghini Urus, scraping out on the tours Mix Amiri with Dior and we used to be the poorest Now it's million dollars worth of jewelry, no insurance Flew my - 'cross the border just to pick up some new water I'm like, get what you want, pick what you want, this a black card I'm in the 'Bach, but in the front getting waxed off Rollin' the pack, smoking on Runtz, 'bout to blast off Flow so cold, need a mask on Brand new Bentayga, the brand new baguettes I'm surprised they ain't panicking yet Hundred K flight just to land on the jet We flew out just to ran through the check He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane so sweet If you wanna do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat