Lyrics:
the green
How the fuck I make thirty grand a
Year with Dukes holding a Master's degree?
It makes no sense so I make those cents
Using my mind and using
this bar into a strip club. Shake it!
We gon turn this bar into a strip club.
Left cheek. Right cheek. Left cheek. Right cheek. Shake it.
V1
Texas in
HOOK 1:
Pouring up Babaz (Pour it)
Rollin up Zaza (Blow it)
Poppin dem Poppas (Chew it)
Fuckin on Thot Thots (Fuckin she Fuckin)
Pouring up Babaz
Giannis
M.V.P
I I'm like Calboy
I got these people
Envy me
No ID
Fuck it
No ID
Walk up in the club
And all the bouncers
They know me
Freaky girls up
In my
CREAM get the money t T TS5 yeah
I rock this club like woah
TS5 ya better get to know
CREAM (Cream) get the money t T TS5 yeah
Ohh just smooth it out
is important when im in my hotel room its full of females
All these producers wanna work wimme blow up my phone
And they send me these beats to my
One, two, three, four, five, six
Bay hold on, you push a button
For that to come up, baby
You know I really get it
Go ask around the city
Hook up
and flipped her e d d and went to school
She aint trying to go to work work work work work
Her nine to five is all up in the club
And she twerk twerk twerk
find an icy track I slide on it
[Chorus]
I know there's got to be a fine honey
With her hands up in this club for me
I'm about to get her
And I
out till it hit the news
Four five hit him body left his shoes
He walked up for beef then that nigga flew
Crossed off the list like we at a market
If
lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don't lie, except 5-0
Different color Trukfit shirts
You niggas pull down your skirts
If I die
over here, you scurred?
Fuck them blaze up that erb
Boy ya walk in it's like you tinted
So did I mention
D.T.P. 'll tear da club up
Bitch nigga
sleepwalking
I'm living out every dream
It feel like it's Halloween but
Not because it was sweet
I filled the bag up by
Walking down the street
One, two, three,
a second, I'm finna put some fire to this joint, mmh
It's the bomb, niggas finna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics (Atlanta at the Olympics)
Niggas be
get my money I'm gon' blow it
Fuck that, I'ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hittin' me up
They tryna get
in Miami white linen
Chips big spendin', walk up out the club with a shit load of women
Soon as I see what I like I'ma get it
I'ma get it, ooh, I'ma
we flow, we make it rain in the club yeah even snow
We got em by the dozen girls are addicted to the dough
Ayy, get like this get that cake and bake
niggaz get they domes smacked outta
We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
When you fuck up, we gettin' down for ours
Coast five million
(many men)
If you really 'bout it, nigga, you'll pop out
Even if I'm at the club, I'mma always have my glock out (bling blow)
Been depressed, but
about it imma admit it
Met a bitch in the club in Miami
Pulled up to her crib and she didn't have no panties
I pulled up with the pack but I'm not talking
Keepin up with the Jones
Writing, Vocals and Vocal Production: Diondria Thornton and Christopher Thornton Music Produced By: Christopher Thornton
Flashback, nineteen eighty-two
It's a Saturday, and I'm with my crew
After the cartoons, we're ready to go
Got a five-dollar bill, ready to blow
Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark
as the brothers try to spark
We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop
O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure
Pop it's all over, when the fo' fo' blows and goes a
When I'm up in the club
And these niggas they want to act
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