Party No Mo' Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[F]
[Am][Chorus]

[Verse 1]
Party I'ma party til I just
can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just
can't party no mo
[B]Party I'ma party [Am]til I just
can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just
can't party [F]no [Am]mo
Let's take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot (take a shot)
Let's take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot (take a shot)
[B]Party I'ma party [Am]til I just
can't party no mo
Party I'ma party til I just can't party no mo
I dun had about [F]four

[Verse 2]
five six shots
Yeah I'm getting wasted
Red pills, blue pills yeah I'm in the Matrix
Two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five
So turn my music up and tell
these [Am]hoes to get [F]live
Got a [Am]pocket full of hundreds and
some bottles on ice, ice
Conjure and lime got a nigga feeling nice,
nice
Desser[B]t on my hip so i[Am]f
you gamble roll the dice
When I let it off once,
make a nigga think [F]twice, [Am]twice
[F]You got more dough then homie
you gon have to show me
You never say it rains like Tony Toni Tone
My Chevy's outside and
it's sitting on Kobe's
And I keep the hood with me
like Obi [Am]Wan Kenobe
Wood grain trim,
seats softer than your butt butt
Make the car rattle from the speakers in my trunk,
[F]trunk
[B]Swishas burning [Am]slow and it got a nigga stuck,
stuck
But don't be a fool cause
the tool's on [F]tuck [Am]tuck
[F]

[Interlude 1]
[Am][F]

[Verse 3]
[Chorus] [F]Tell that
slow [Am]bitch [F]to bring another round
We gon' party til the suns up
Ladies rub your titties and gangsta's
put your guns up
Money, money,
money if you got it throw your ones up
And if they ain't got it tell
'em shut [Am]up you dumb fuck
My money stays in hand you could
say I got a grip, grip
Out to scoop my chips you could
say I got a dip, dip
[F]Cause [B]I talk money [Am]while these
haters talk shit, shit
And if they keep on talking
I'ma empty out a clip, clip
[F]But I don't want no problems I'm just
trying to get my game on
Take a couple shots and use
the alcohol to blame on
Holla at some chicks then find a bitch
to put my name on
Then I'ma be I'ma be the one
she put that thang on
I got the [Am]perfect song to make [F]you want
me [Am]want to [F]shake, [Am]shake
Take her to the crib I don't
take her on no date, date
[F]We all up in the club [Am]til the glass
and table break, break
And all they wanna know is how much more that I can take,
[F]take

[Interlude 2]
[Am][F]
[Am]
[Chorus] Now [F]keep the

[Verse 4]
camera's flashin'
we about to shoot a movie
[Am]A thic[F]k chick let me sip
my glass on her booty
She stuck upon my hip and she
swear she ain't no groupie
While I'm stuck up on the VIP,
but everything is all Gucci
So [Am]I gathered all the women and we
about to take a shot, shot
Gone out my mind,
who's there nigga knock knock,
Don't you hear [B]that [Am]808
beatin' down your block, block
Keep the party going cause the party don't [Am]stop,
stop
[F][Chorus]

[Outro 1]
[Am][F]
[Am]