Chords for Meek Mill - House Party ft. Young Chris (Official Video)

[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The time is now, _ _ on the right thing
[Ab] Took my heart away for money, I ain't interested in [Cm] fame
And I pray [Eb] that never change, [Ab] ambition is priceless
_ _ [F] _ Yeah, _ _ _ _ yeah, _ _ yeah
I [Bbm] tell her meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water [B] runnin', her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin' out I'm comin' in my Youngin' in my oven room
Fuckin' up my seat, she tell me boy [N] don't grab my ear
Because you fuckin' up my weave, I got a hundred bottles
Rock boy, all my dirty clothes, fuck, but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard these niggas talkin' money, I said stop boy
I fuck bitches by the group, I get money [Db] by the pound
Crank my ten on these niggas, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop them down
Every time I'm in the club, [Ab] these niggas is not around
Everybody [N] talkin' money, I say prove it not a sound _
White girls gone wild, we don't judge them no
They ain't on trial, bad bitches, got them on dial
This bottom's up, but it's goin' down _
Welcome to my house party, party _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Throw some rock all on my table, [B] bitches in the living room
Nigga, I'm at the door, tryna get into
Only me and my niggas, celebrate, bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin', all up in my living room
Welcome to my house party, _ [Db] _ _ [Gb] party
Welcome [B] to my house party, party
Me _ _ [G] to set the money [Abm] branchin', you know where the honeys came
Me familiar, young Chris, you know all them honeys empty
Gotta be natural, born star, doin' shit that money [C] can't
[Eb] Daddy daycare, why you think your honey ain't?
Who you think she stay with?
Ditch that kid and play shit
Your main chick got night job, [N] you can get her day shit
I'ma hit her from the back, me get her face shit
Game on this way up in this mother fucker
Hey bitch, hey bitch, hey ho, carry on that lay low
[B] In the yard, Simon said, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partying, with the money at that loud pack
Haters can't tell a shit, don't knock me, tell your bitch
House party [N] poppin' on that Martin shit, we yellin' switch
Gold bottles, gold bottles
We spittin' on each other pussy and I'm goin' south
_ _ Welcome _ _ _ _ _ _ to my house party, party
[G] So rock out on my table, bitches in [B] the living room
They gon' ask you where the door, I'm tryna get into
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin', all up in my room
Welcome to my house party, _ _ _ party
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ ATL, New Willville
Talkin' to my mama nigga, Lewis Willfield
Thursday, callin' me Millville
He got a car right in the basement, it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watchin' movies though
Lights, camera, action, we gon' make a movie, ho
She lookin' all at my wrist, she love the way this music glow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie, I don't need what you bid, you can keep her
She said I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull up in the Lambo, I'm like, I style all these drugs
_ Welcome [B] to my house _ _ _ _ _ _ party, [N] party
Spice a rock out on my table, bitches in the living room
They gon' ask you where the door, I'm tryna get into
Only me and my niggas, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin', models watchin', all up in my living room
Welcome to [B] my house party, party _ _
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_ _ _ [Gm] [Cm] The _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ time _ is now, _ _ on the right thing
[Ab] Took my heart away for money, I ain't interested in [Cm] fame
And I pray [Eb] that never change, [Ab] ambition is priceless
Something that's in your [Fm] veins, and I [Cm] put that on my name
[Ab] Uh, only hope I had was [Cm] sellin' dope
Was on [Eb] my grind, cause times was harder than [Ab] the cellar floor
My mama taught me never steal and never tell the folks
I grew up lookin' [G] up the niggas that [Ab] was sellin' coke
Oh, I was raised [Cm] by the stop sign
No [Eb] religion, I was gettin' saved by the clock [Ab] nine
By the minute, I was gettin' paid like a hotline
Servin' raw, and fiends was