Lyrics:
I needed a good cry, I headed right to Kendra's
I hated you and I hoped to God that you knew
PRE CHORUS 1
Now there's drama (drama)
Found a club for
smarter
You love-hate your mother, so do I
Could've ended different, then again
We went to high school in Jakarta
Natasha's movin' to New York (New
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I want to welcome
all why'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
Wayne]
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things
About every car that you name, on twenty-two things
We likely to have a few
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
(Another one) Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new (DJ
(Another one) Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new (DJ
Ladies leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
'Cause
babes!
You know how it goes, right?
Sing it with me!
We goin down--
Downtown
Into the club,
Downtown
Chillin with my homeys.
With my nice new car.
I don't
the club up (fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (fuck the club up)
I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (bitch)
Fuck the club up (fuck the club
man with two straps
Two cars, two cars two straps, two straps
First of all rest in peace Esco
Sitting here with my head
In my hands thinking
To myself
your problems
Just need all of, all of your dollars
I do the lap dance, I ride the pole up
I am the, the strip club
I am the, the strip club
I am
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
all, huh, carpe diem
I might needa call em to the colosseum
Watch the way you talk (Torque) fix it like my car rpm
But see the way I talk I got preamps
day)
Uh, brand new car, brand new chain, brand new house, it's a brand new day
Brand new day, brand new day, when the sun rise, lil nigga brand new day
Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga
block
And I pull up in that Mulsanne,
All red like I'm Luol Deng
All my jewellery Blu-ray, fuck boy it's a new day
Bass lines and cars anything fast
left the club wit'cha broad, this what money do
This what money do, get you some hater
You see me in this new car, this what money do
You see me
Ooh
Where my sprite
Yeah
Leaning in the club dont flex no bottles I flex my pints
Ooh
On that time
Yeah
Mixing all these drugs yeah this shit lit but
to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I'm addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed
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