Nun But A Party Scotty ATL (Ft. B.o.B & Iamsu!)

[Chorus: Scotty ATL]
Two tone paint on the Cut, dog
Whole lot of flood in my cup, dog
Mama cooked the fish and grits before I jumped off
Next stop, VIP, slicked up dog
Bad bitches pouring drinks, put your glass up
Make a toast to the niggas getting cash up
A lot of niggas alive, but I ain’t living
Trill niggas throw your hands to the ceiling
It ain’t nothing but a party
It ain’t nothing but a party, party
It ain’t nothing but a party
It ain’t nothing but a party, party
It ain’t nothing but a

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL]
Hold up, wait, yeah I’m tryna do that
I ain’t talking Texas when I say I’m tryna screw that
Taught getting money on the ground, yeah my crew that
Dark tint on it, pull up, nigga like: "who that?"
Born as a king, had a crown in the womb
You can feel a real nigga when they enter in the room
They don’t pat him down, get to the club just as soon
He an organized gangster, everything cool, let him in!
Ok, this is how the shit go
Sparklers come in, no guessing who this shit for
Major on the beat, getting lit with my kin folk
A-Town to Cali, keep it jumping like a '64
Seven feet tall, want the money like Manute Bol
Your money like Spud Webb
Piss drunk, looking for a freak
Still working on my two step