Lyrics:
phone?
Damn my phone died, can you put it in my man's phone?
Damn his car died too, can you drive my mans home?
Where the girls in the club with
Cruising round in that hoopty, got the diesel up on deck
My car cost a fraction of your, your bitch still breaking her neck
Club closed niggas what's
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
Oh, oh, we don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Oh, oh, won't smoke, won't
(Yeah)
I gotta get all my money in bunches
Bought me a car, didn't care 'bout the budget
I'm always laughing this rap shit be funny
You say that she
wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs
Hoes show me love when I'm inside the club
KTZ jogging suit, man that boy cockin' loot
I paid for
weed-cookies
Buda sets represent the mid-west
And I can penetrate trough vest
Leaving a whole lotta mess
Three millers and a blunt, boy im too high
Just 'cause
straight
I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
Fuck your bitch, and never talk again (Harlem)
Niggas talkin', they
We got a couple of cars, a couple of cribs
Got a couple of them girls, from a couple of vids
Hit a couple of lows with a couple of mids
And we still
designer clothes
Takin' designer drugs hoes show me love
When I'm inside the club, okay
KTZ jogging suit man that boy cockin' loot
I paid for the pussy man
Alright now that we got that out of the way, lets double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, we're in the club
You're trying to decide whether
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high when I sag my 2 Black
they bitch,
It don't make no sense we just laugh at them clowns
Pull up to the club everybody like wow,
Watch cost a car car cost a house
Catch me in
Don't try to roll if you're a beginner roll a rookie
Forget the blunts kid we high off weed-cookies
Buddha sets represent the mid-west
And I can
breath 'till I can’t breath
I’m on all type of drugs
(I’m on all type of drugs)
Soon as we pull up to the club
Then you know we turnin' up
(And you know we
ya video
2 Atlanta cars all stretch interior
20 million dollars n da seat iz you serious
Sum millions of front 4da kids dey furious
G4 flights club
the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
Bring it to the next girl, bring the toys
On the dash, little shawty
Too many
Two seats only one ride with me, unh
You plenty, got a truck with a V6 in it, unh
No limits
If I crash, I'mma die mid sentence
Still
jobs
My friends go to jail a lot
Mid 30s burning, wondering what future we all got
Never wanted real jobs
Fucked me roughly in the cross club bathroom
Heard me rappin fast at the club and she got the urge.
She drivin I'm passenger side but I control the cruise.
Pull it out mid traffic she the type that
you know I'm too large
My fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
From my Bentley to a Lexus, girl bring the toys
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot
They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit
Oh shit... and them niggaz
know a nigga claim he a hate us but he fanned out (let's get it)
Back then I pull up to them clubs, them killas was sitting in the steamers
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