Grove St. Party Lyrics - Flockaveli - Waka Flocka Flame

Grove, Grove St., Flocka 

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me 

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk 

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

I step in the club, rolling on that loud shit 

My weed keep your security saying, "Be quiet" 

My breath is starting a riot, the girl's get excited 

Hold on, wanna try it, I'm like, why not try it? 

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My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it 

Club going stupid when I, "Oh, let's do it" 

Chu ain't gotta chew it, jerking and she moving 

Grove St. villain, nigga, who you killing? 

Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million 

Jacksons to the ceiling, that's how we balling 

You know that I'm rolling, throwing up mean bread 

Now I'm 'bout to meet her in the club with a heater 

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me 

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk 

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

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A party ain't a party 'til I walk in it 

Lime green flap, match the fitted and the linen 

Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted 

'Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinning 

I'm rolling like a motherfucker, I'm a roll out in this motherfucker 

I'ma Roscoe Dash it, I'ma 'bout to show out in this motherfucker 

My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this motherfucker 

Ay Flocka, get them burners, lets pull out in this motherfucker 

Ay motherfucker, what the hell is you rocking for? 

Run up on me and my squad, no, that shouldn't be an option so 

Somebody betta let you know, I suggest that you let it go 

This is a Grove St. party, fakers hit the exit door 

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me 

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk 

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

Rolling on them leaves, you can do the lean 

Blowing on that loud purp, pass that Bobby Brown back 

The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not ducking that 

Please step the fuck back, Grove St. yes, we are back 

Hood plus I'm a nigga rich, every ghetto feeling this 

20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist 

100 on my neck iced out for my respect 

20 fucking 10, I'ma blow the whole check 

In the club flex, after party flex 

You know how we ball, all I know is ball 

Every dollar in my pocket, I'ma spend it all 

When a nigga die they gon' say, "Shawty raw" 

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me 

Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes jockeying 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk 

Rolled up a lot, I'm trying to get fucked up 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party 

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party