Welcome to the Party (Remix) [feat. Nicki Minaj]

This is a Melo beat

Baby, welcome to the party

I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That's why I'm movin' retarded (That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don't trip (Baby, baby, baby, baby, don't trip)

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

'Cause you could get hit

It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach

We never lack-lack with that strap (Ooh)

I'ma drive through but if you back-back

It's gon' clap-clap and that's that

I never tap-tap if I don't like a ho

You act-act like you like her though

Never backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you

Can't sit with us but you might get go

All my pretty bitches, high-saditty bitches

Got a milli' bitches on go

All these silly bitches, I'ma kill these bitches

Yo Pop, who the fuck want smoke? (Brr)

Keep-keep it real, you really mad

'Cause your baby dad used to like me though

I-I ain't fuck him 'cause I ain't want him

Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker", though

Fendi moon boots, size six

Got me walking around like I'm Michael though (Yeah)

Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson, Jordan, Angelo

Baby, welcome to the party

Colorful weave and your makeup is beat

And that's how you act just like a Barbie

Baby, welcome to the party

He wanna party with Barbie (Ooh)

It's Big 092MLBOA

I make a call and it's war

I bet I kick down the door (Kick down the door)

I bet I send him to the Lord, uh (To the Lord)

Got a bad bitch from overseas

Got a 10 pack up in my jeans

I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh

Don't try and run up on my V

I knock a **** out his sneaks

While I'm shellin' down his V, uh

Double G for the tee

No Alicia, I got Keys

Don't get your car Swiss cheese

Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter

He don't settle for nothing, uh

Bluffin', pussy boy, stop all that bluffin'

.380 hold a ruler

I know some **** that'll shoot you for nothing

Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin'

Run, Ricky, yeah he runnin'

Baby, welcome to the party

I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That's why I'm movin' retarded (That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don't trip (Baby, baby, baby, baby, don't trip)

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

'Cause you could get hit ('Cause you could get hit)