Lyrics:
a young OG
Have faith and do it B.I.G
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
Back of the clubs with D'usse is where you'll find me
Back
you gone die today, if we catch you uh huh
Bitch I'm with Jasiah he my slatt, you gone die if you don't get back bitch
Get back, get back
(Get back
Fuck it
I been on my own I'm by myself
I been on my own I'm by myself
I'm back on the road, I'm by myself yeah
Single throwing singles in the club
Uh huh, uh huh, Absolut in the house
Now, I’m a start it off
First by pouring a drink
It’s your boy Money-B, yeah
I’m fucking with Binc we getting
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
you come home with me
Immediately, no holding back
Right here in this song
Memorized by ur swag
You got your luv pre-pressed up on me
Baby keep this luv
to drive it
I was fucking up a club on a Saturday
Fucking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was
[Chorus]
In the club, throwin' money
I done run through me some racks
Give a fuck bout that little paper
I know I get it back
Get it back, get it back
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club all the whores is wilding
Make it rain we popping
Welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back (Oh! Oh!)
Yeah man, how you doin' (Come on, come on, come on)
You good? I know you like
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
of stuff
And now it's time to think about
Me, me yeah
And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game
company bitch call me Jack Tripper
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm back up in the VIP
In a cloud of smoke
Be poundin' surrounded by all my folks
Give me
the back wheels out, spin its back wheels Out
360 circle pop a wheelie stick ya wheel out
Urban street riders keep on flying down the highway riding front
(Yuh, Yuh)
Money, drugs, sex, love
Hate, hugs, bars, clubs
Chasing, highs, facing ,lows
Getting, by, just for, show
Money, drugs, sex, love
Hate,
conto money passo lei mi chiama honey
Back, Lean, solo figli viola
E i miei dawg solo soldi sporchi
Senti grr pow
Qua i miei g che ti fanno slide
Lean
Mr. Muzik gettin' crunk in the club
For them haters you can go on pop the trunk
[00:31.29]'Cause I'm ridin' big like Gucci Mane, So Icy
Poppin'
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
everybody
How did you let her come at
Back party with that body?
In the club still texting he
She only fuck with ball
Players and celebrities remember me?
me
Shorty all up in the club
Popping bottles of that bub
Giving all them dudes hugs
And you just like me
She don't know how to act
On the floor back
to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
I remember way way way back in the day
we used to bun purple haze, go to nuff raves
bass box, wax club, roller express
girls would show love and we
called a taxi to take you home in the mornin'
Dumb bitch, you just got fucked by a flunkie
See you at the club and you actin' like you want me
Don't make
Club ace spades and them diamonds
I know i am the man so i gotta get to shinnin
Club ace spades and them diamonds
I know i am the man so i gotta get
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