Lyrics:
she my caddy
'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club
And I'm still actin' calm than a mug
She asked, "Can you drive me and the hundreds where my
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I
new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I
new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I
a lie
New age pantsula
Pants sagged
Lower than a city golf
Speaking golf
I'm nice with the clubs
Zone 6 and Zone 6
Those my two favorite
Clubs
Chocho
bitches all right
In the club wit no id
Guess we breaking these laws tonight
Golf hoodie my shoes off white
Golf hoodie wit a toy in her throat like woody
I ain’t judging bitches all right
In the club wit no id
Guess we breaking these laws tonight
Golf hoodie my shoes off white
Golf hoodie wit a toy in
drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I be in
drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I be in
new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I
Let's pop some bubbly
Tell me you in love with me
No golf, but club with me, I'm big like double Ds
Poppin' in cities I ain't heard of
Let me see your
I own the club
That's right
Akon, Dolla-Dolla
Especailly the strip club
Let me talk to em T-Pain
Let me talk em
Konvict let me
Talk to em
Chorus:
I
[I own the club, that's right.
Akon, that's right.
dolla dolla,
especially the strip club
t-pain, convict
I own the club, that's right.
Akon, that's
I feel like I was just on another Planet
Yeah, Pm!
In that brand new 'gatti, fuck a cop car
(Skrrt skrrt)
Got the club moving like a golf cart (I
I grew up in North Aurora
Much time spent in Aurora
I threw up from Boca
I’m spent after I hold up these golf clubs
ACC, the club, not the school
If
no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit
I'm a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock On)
I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city
better start studyin
Went to school got good education
From the hood got street education
Club bitches and bad bitches
Connecticut bitches too
Promoter
yourself, cuz everything closes at 5
And you can get arrested for crossing the street wrong
Or publicly performing your own stomping ground love song
And golf
disturb ya.
Uncomplicated,
It's what we waited
For so long in this city.
Come let us go there,
Live like Thoreau there,
A life of sweet
these hoes lookin'
I could have the whole strip club, so I don't need your pussy
My exes talkin' 'bout when I was young and moved that dope
They ain't got
feel the aroma.
I am just a stoner. Feeling alone in depths of the city every night I’m getting jiggie
Baby come and ride with me. Smoking on a spliffy.
make love
You love to foreplay so I wear scrubs
She rather go to dinner then hit the club
I'm like Tiga with the swing on this golf club
First class
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