De Party En Party (feat. Lil Pump, Noriel y Kris R.)

So many haters, so much business like Trump
Thirty grand in the Dior

From party to party making bank
Spinning around so much it's hard to keep track
Got new sneakers every day (yeah)
Thank God we're blowing up every weekend
We’ve been climbing the ranks, switching up outfits
Now it’s Louis Vuitton, Prada, Gucci, or Versace
Always rocking those retro Nikes
She knows what’s up, 'cause they come to me without panties
From party to party making bank
Whatever you wish for, may it multiply
Don’t front if you ain’t got beef
We got your girl unzipping my zipper
We’ve been climbing the ranks, switching up outfits
At every new party, it’s raining panties
Always rocking those retro Nikes
She knows what’s up, 'cause they come to me without panties

Now all the girls want in since I got in the game (ah, no)
I’m not here for love, I hit it and I’m gone (bye)
But damn, some of them are so wild, I can’t even believe it (uff)
Five-star hotels, luxury, all this shit ain’t new to me, no
And for that, we work hard and now we’re at a hundred (thank God)
Used to be in a Twingo, now I’m in a Cayenne
Stop at the red light with a hundred-dollar bill
To everyone who throws good vibes, thanks, we’re at a hundred
Here come all the bikes, they say: Dad’s here
And ready for the festival, they gotta get in
We’re living this whole trap life
It’s not the same to mention it as to see it up close (haha)
Now it’s fifteen grand for the shows, performances
From the hood to the mansions, cashing in on the songs
For anxiety, I light up two blunts, blessings from my fam
And thanks to my homie up top, the millions are coming (amen)

We’re blasting on all the speakers
Dropping tracks, trending on Twitter
Grateful for the hood that listens to us daily
With them, I’m the same up or down the stage
I know fame is a bitch, I mix it with the blue
Envy hasn’t dimmed my light
Always focused on the business, making stacks
No matter how much I smoke, drink, don’t medicate (lil pump, eskeetit, prr)

So many haters, so much business like Trump
For depression, thirty grand in the Dior (uh)
At seventeen, traveling the world like a popstar
Nah, nah, fuck Gucci gang, this is the wave (prr)
Millionaire, no stress, no drama
New girls every week (uh)
I got a jet, and the jet has a bed
Oh, sometimes the flight attendant gives me head
This fucking lifestyle is exclusive (uh)
Verified pussy
Life turned colorful like tussi
I’m living it up like lucid

With my music making the girls horny
Making money all week
Sex in the morning, yeah

From party to party making bank
Whatever you wish for, may it multiply
Don’t front if you ain’t got beef
We got your girl unzipping my zipper
We’ve been climbing the ranks, switching up outfits
At every new party, it’s raining panties
Always rocking those retro Nikes
She knows what’s up, 'cause they come to me without panties (no-no-noriel)

From party to party, from plane to plane
Always heading in the same direction
One word never changes my version
May my mom always give me her blessing
Maybe out of ambition, but I’ve already fulfilled the dream of hitting a million
God bless all my bitches
God bless all my people
God bless the drugs sold in the hood
God bless everyone who turned on me one day
And if we catch them, they’re fucked, their mom’s gonna hear it
The girls are foreign, the cars are foreign
We cash in the parties in dollars abroad
The rifles are foreign, they’re brand new
And here we are still heating up, I don’t move from PR, wuh

From party to party making bank
Whatever you wish for may it multiply
We’re blasting from B to Manrique
And in the mansion, your girl unzipping my zipper
We’ve been climbing the ranks, switching up outfits
At every new party, it’s raining panties
Always rocking those retro Nikes
She knows what’s up, 'cause they come to me without panties

Andy Rivera
Skeetit
No-no-noriel
The K, how’s it going?