partyhustle villain squad partyhustle villain squad partyhustle villain squad partyhustle villain squad [v,male rap vocals] From the darkest depths of denver, I'm dapper then any designer your bitch is on my dick if you cant find her word to my damest, I'm the fliest! my double takes make mirros mustard hate r feel insecure, Walk in dressed like a tax bracket they ain't never seen before! I'm designer with the grime, I'm a chandelier in a trap, Got champagne taste, garbage-mouth bars, and a dumpster full of racks! I'm so fresh, my old clothes got collectors on the phone, My closet got a waiting list, my laundry got a loan! I'm the type to buy a chain just to put my other chain on timeout, Got so many skeletons in my closet, the damn hangers need a hideout! I'm G-H-E-T-T-O L-U-X-U-R-Y, I'm the reason broke-ass mannequins look down when I walk by! I'm a walking contradiction—I'm too classy for the trash, But so filthy with the flex, I make a billionaire look average! Hold up! I'm not fly, I'm a federal aviation threat, Got the clearance of a king and the arrogance of private jets! I'm so far above the rest, I need a telescope to see 'em, My ego got its own zip code—and the rent's too high to be in! I'm untouchable! My aura got a restraining order, My shadow needs security when it follows me across the border! whats up whats up gorgeous No one warned pretty lady that Party's a woman eater Monster—nobody must have told her Party a womanizer Or pussy eater, find her, fuck her, and leave her I pound the pussy, I'm a meat cleaver Cream pies, I leave them in beaver 11 inches, this dick You and your best friend, bitch, you and your best friend That's 11 inches, it could be a two-seate r Word to Bodie and the Beamer bitch Im ice cold, my wristwatch needs a damn space heater, Got a freezer full of ice and a whole glacier for a feature! I'm expensive-looking nonsense with a mouth full of gold, I'm the rich uncle at the cookout with a story never told! Got a -mile high mentality with a folding-chair budget, Still walk in like the building owes me money—and I want it! I'm the final boss of fabulous, the emperor of extra, Got a chandelier in my attitude, my arrogance is extra! I'm so damn magnificent, the stars request permission, And the moon won't come outside unless I'm dressed for the occasion! I'm Party Hustle! Put respect on every syllable I spend, I'm the beginning of the flex and the reason flexing ends! You can't humble me with money, fame, or anything you got— I'm a luxury-brand, a fever dream smoking weed in a parking-lot party!
