Iron Fist going on a rant how much effort he puts on his music and the result is that song.
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
She hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these n****s catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my n****s retarded
F**k the judge and the sentence, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, f**k it up then let me eat it