Lyrics:
LA
Norway to Taipei
Layovers in Saint Tropez
Don't you wanna fly with me?
Catch the red eye, take an odyssey
In the mile high club, we can get nasty
lips, shit
I've been fiending-fiending for some foreplay
Pussy tastes sweet like sorbet
Heart so cold like Norway
All these fights getting old, time
problem, I'm on it oldest man in the club
Also one of the richest, a hundred bottles of bub
It's just me and the Russians, we get all of the love
They was
she ain't fuckin' with other guys
Ready fo' whatever, got the club, keep it poppin'
Got the ladies, all my babies, panties off, all toppings
Got my
She missing one thing she need vitamin d
All up in the club get that ass on me
Bend it down over better touch your feet
You wanna take me home girl I
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
that feed you
Most of these hoes unfaithful
(What's going on?)
Where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Came to fuck up shit in the club
movin', way too fast they can't tell what we doin'
Hope they know if we say it we do it
Money talkin' my niggas is fluent, can't ride in that Buick
All this
Woah what she wanna fucking do it
Cuz I’m a star star with the bands so she wana do it hey hah hah hah hah hah
Look I met your girl at the club and we
("money") like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money")
In California n****s die ("for the money")
From the South to New
I ain't goin' in the club, 'less I got the tool on
Goin' against the gang, that's the way you get shoot on
Code red, I don't give a fuck who I knew
totin'
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smokin'
I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft,
("money") like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money")
In California niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New
Uh
Perc & a soda
Diesel the odor
I'm with the gang in the club
My bitch she sippin on henny but I'm off a Perc so I'm smoking a blunt
With my other
frequencies whoever endure
But what's the rush, homie
Off the baddest chick in the club
Just by the way my body
Been movin' across this room
These niggas know
Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf
Hollering rock when you're scared, go to church
Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks
Go into the trap and I
my brothers, I'ma make sure that they eat
Come around here tryna think shit sweet
NBA, baby, I been ballin' all week
96 Buick with the peanut butter
I just pulled up to the club line wrapped around the building.
I just pulled up to the club line wrapped around the building.
See me out here
I just pulled up to the club line wrapped around the building
I just pulled up to the club line wrapped around the building
See me out here
remember
People being like, "well
How do you categorize your music?" Or, like
"what genre are you?" 'Cause I would
Come out with a
Fucking club banger
but so amazing
What I like to do most is spit this game like sports announcers
And will pity pat them hoez down like a gentlemen club bouncer
Ounce
Norway to the Eurcokeennes
If it don't make sense I head
Out scenes like a fetus
Open it up two door cinema
Club, get in it bruh, phoenix
Ya girlfriend
Yeah let's just get into it
Hop off in this ride
Big body like Buick
Yeah let's just get into it
My skin is my logo
You can say I'm Gucci
I hit my
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