Moneybaggmalik - Get The Party Started Lyrics

Ayy, get the motherf*ckin'
Party started, uh
Get them blunts rollin
Roll up that ganja
She got the throat of a ghost
The way she touch my soul
She gon' throw it
Tom Brady Super Bowl
And my brother got that pack
Goin' for the low

Hardest nigga in my city
Never did a show
When I pull up, uh
Get the party jumpin', uh
Nigga fake, gangsta, uh
He ain't really thumpin
I'm a real rockstar
And my music steady bumpin

If your bitch some fine shit
Then you know I'm f*ckin
I was starving for a minute
I ain't really had nothing
Killin' 808s and hi-hats, yeah
That's how I make my money
Ayy, get the motherf*ckin' party started, uh

Ayy, get the motherf*ckin' party started, uh
Ayy, get the motherf*ckin' party started, uh
I'm a real rockstar, and my music steady bumpin
If you be some fine shit, then you know I'm f*ckin

I was stoppin' for a minute, I ain't really had none
Killin' 808s and hi-hats, that's how I make my money
Yeah, she spunt the block on me Like a crash dummy
Yeah, I used to put it on
Even when I was bummy

Yeah, the party get jumpin'
When moneybagg, come in
Yeah, I'm steppin' real different Nigga, know how I'm comin
I don't really wanna work
A nine to five
I know that my dreams ain't far
From me now
Yeah im reaching for the stars
Yeah my hands all in the sky
Ready to take over
Finally in my prime

Ayy, get the motherf*ckin' party started, uh
Ayy, get the motherf*ckin' party started, uh
Yeah, I used to put it on her, even when I was bimmin
Yeah, the party get jumpin', when money back, comin

Yeah, I'm steppin' real different, nigga, know how I'm comin
I don't really wanna work the night and the fire
I know that my dreams ain't far from me now
Yeah, I'm reachin' for the stars, yeah, my hands all in the sky

Ready to take over, finally, in my mind

Ayy, get the motherf*ckin'
Party started, uh
Get them blunts rollin
Roll up that ganja
She got the throat of a ghost
The way she touch my soul
She gon' throw it
Tom Brady Super Bowl
And my brother got that pack
Goin' for the low

Hardest nigga in my city
Never did a show
When I pull up, uh
Get the party jumpin', uh
Nigga fake, gangsta, uh
He ain't really thumpin
I'm a real rockstar
And my music steady bumpin

If your bitch some fine shit
Then you know I'm f*ckin
I was starving for a minute
I ain't really had nothing
Killin' 808s and hi-hats, yeah
That's how I make my money

She like, how do you do
What you do

Yeah, she gon' play my music When she on the Bluetooth
Yeah, I love her for that
If I'm tellin' the truth
But to be honest
I don't wanna be with you
I got too many hoes
I cannot keep up

Couldn't answer the phone
Now you can't reach us
Get the party started
Let's get geeked up
Yeah, rollin' up exotic,
Roll up the green stuff