[Verse: Notion]
Im headed to the house for a party
& it's finna be packed out man, & full a Barbie's
Hot broads, brunettes, blones, alotta Armie
Drinkin' more than enough, to cater whole army's, Dog, we so godly
Big dick style, straight paylayin & such,
Fam' in the buildin', find me in the corner rollin a dutch
Ayo homie's wassup, hand slappin', cupcakin'
Much love, much patience, plush status, good gracious,
"We fly," yell it out, ("got titties,") then pull em out
So now, we lougin in lagoon's, while you in your drought
I give em a taste by lettin em have me
Then they blowin up my phone, these broads beggin' for Bradley
Huh, don’t be mad, coz you catchin' feelin's
Its not my fault that when im on the mic, I am so appealin'
Got you steamin', but the drink's will cool you down
The Movement got ya open, so welcome to the crowd

[Hook: Notion]
Word to wild nights getting outta control
Coz these part-ies fuel my soul…
So, Word to wild nights getting outta control
But these part-ies fuel my soul…

[Verse: Cee]
Ehhhh, this a fuckin' party
Got the whole Fam with me, wish a dude would, but hardly
I ain't fuckin' up the vibe, actually I'm kinda high
Nosh is rollin trees, right, THC is in the sky
And my cup stay filled up
But walk across the room with it and most of my brewski done spilled, fuck
Oh well, free beer ain't a commodity
It's nothin', I'm just stashing the travellers 'fore I gotta leave
Grab my iPod and hijack the DJ
The cunt keeps playing wack shit pon de replay
But never worry, I got it, the broads is movin they buttocks
The homies flashing they wallets, I'm barely walking but fuck it
I think I'm fittin to vomit, somebody get me a bucket
A glass of water will stop it, I'm good, now where is my cup at?
Only quitting if the cops turn up
And you a spaz if you fuckin pass out, word up, I'm saying

[Hook: Cee]
Word to wild nights getting outta control
Coz these part-ies fuel my soul…
So, Word to wild nights getting outta control
But these part-ies fuel my soul…