Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Invite Only, artist - Chaz French. Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Song language: English
Invite Only |
| Ok they don’t want it they one hundred we one million |
| Got it I flaunt it, not crazy just passion |
| All apart of God’s planning preordained from the jump and I promise to never |
| lose it |
| Pick your poison paper hungry like Pookie how I need it give me my money it |
| just keep callin |
| Bitches hoeing on my homies tryin to get me to beat it |
| Never knowing that the plan was to pass 'em like back then |
| FaceTime shorty call it how I see it |
| Ever since mama said the street lights we had to beat them |
| This shit is fire like that light switch laced to your backside |
| This got me feeling like that time I got my first kiss, Recess shorty Allenwood |
| Elementary |
| Truth or dare I need the cutest girl to put these lips on and luckily I was the |
| cutest guy it won’t no problem |
| I wonder if she knew that boy grew up to had to act right |
| I wonder if she knew that boy grew up to live that rap life |
| Ain’t as rich as I wanna and can still loan her something |
| Ain’t these bitches for everybody that be on to something |
| Ain’t everybody that’s onto something live a lonely struggle |
| It’s just me and my homies, invite only |
| We don’t need your input shorty |
| We want money, we don’t want fame |
| I don’t need your outlook on me |
| I’m just living no sideline watching |
| I’m just pimpin while my side bitch watching |
| God bless the real, death to all the phonies |
| It’s my party invite only |
| Pardon me partner I’m too busy staying polished |
| Meanwhile my conscious tellin me I’m too modest |
| I let you niggas think that I was slippin cause of the singing and positivity |
| Well that ain’t right |
| See I’m still that same mamma fucker that will have your baby mama sending |
| confirmation numbers for them flights |
| See yall do it on say and we do it on sight |
| And we in it for life then yall in it for likes |
| That’s why I’m in it for keeps and yall barely keeping up |
| I should put yall on my will most yall niggas is my kids |
| Wonder how your daddy feel to know his baby boy ain’t his |
| Wonder why yo mom ain’t tell him what it was from the beginning |
| So it’s back to the cheese like wipe that smile off yo face |
| And all I want is my credit when it comes to Father’s Day |
| So you can hop off my meat land on another wave |
| We never playing it safe when we know that Jesus can save us |
| ‘Til then… |
| It’s just me and my homies, invite only |
| We don’t need your input shorty |
| We want money, we don’t want fame |
| I don’t need your outlook on me |
| I’m just living no sideline watching |
| I’m just pimpin while my side bitch watching |
| God bless the real, death to all the phonies |
| It’s my party invite only |
| Three ounces in the ziplock |
| This underground hip hop |
| Bought the Ferrari drizzop the city’s streets is hizzot |
| The A/C on full blast chillin as I roll pass |
| Only dope we slang as long as supplies last |
| Though I never run out we got stacks to gain |
| All the antics and thangs and gun cabinets they hang |
| In case you try to bring it and assuming we can’t hang |
| We assemble quickly dismantle your whole gang |
| Proceed to board the plane the pilot’s my main man |
| So it’s nothing to us living like the Gold Rush |
| I once rode the bus but now I drive a Rolls |
| Pull up to my tour bus pick up bags on a roll |
| What you know bout slangin your lyrics like dope |
| Real shit they pay me for so you never see me broke |
| Understand what you niggas getting a little culture from two of coldest living |
| It’s just me and my homies, invite only |
| We don’t need you input shorty |
| We want money, we don’t want fame |
| I don’t need your outlook on me |
| I’m just living no sideline watching |
| I’m just pimpin while my side bitch watching |
| God bless the real, death to all the phonies |
| It’s my party invite only |