Nicki Minaj, Pop Smoke - Welcome To The Party (feat. Nicki MInaj) - Remix

EWOK MBZ Queens (this is a Melo beat) Baby, welcome to the party (uh) I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean That's why I'm movin' retarded (That's why I'm movin' retarded) Baby, welcome to the party, uh I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari Baby, welcome to the party Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit) Gun on my hip (gun on my hip) One in the head (one in the head) Ten in the clip (ten in the clip) Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip) Just lower your tone (lower your tone) 'Cause you could get hit It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach We never lack, lack with that strap (ooh) I'ma drive through but if you back, back It's gon' clap clap and that's that I never tap tap if I don't like a hoe You act act like you like her though Never backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you Can't sit with us but you might can go All my pretty bitches, high-saditty bitches Got a milli' bitches on go All these silly bitches, I'ma kill these bitches Yo Pop, who the fuck want smoke? (Brr) Keep-keep it real, you really mad 'Cause your baby dad used to like me though (ooh) I-I ain't fuck him 'cause I ain't want him Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker" though Fendi moon boots, size six Got me walking 'round like I'm Michael though (yeah) Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo Baby, welcome to the party (uh) Colorful weave and your makeup is beat And that's how you act just like a Barbie (Barbie) Baby, welcome to the party, uh He wanna party with Barbie (ooh) It's Big 092MLBOA (uh), I make a call and it's war I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh Got a bad bitch from overseas Got a ten pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh Don't try and run up on my V I knock a nigga out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh Double G for the tee No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese Neno cooler than cooler, he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing, uh Bluffin', pussy boy, stop all that bluffin' .380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin' Baby, welcome to the party I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean That's why I'm movin' retarded (That's why I'm movin' retarded) Baby, welcome to the party, uh I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari Baby, welcome to the party Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit) Gun on my hip (gun on my hip) One in the head (one in the head) Ten in the clip (ten in the clip) Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip) Just lower your tone (lower your tone) 'Cause you could get hit ('cause you could get hit)