Lyrics:
Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
we represent for everybody, everybody
All the real niggas in America (come on)
Where you at or where the fuck you from (come on)
We represent for
your club, not in the toilet either
You don't enjoy the beaver
You'd rather plot on how to get below your boy, The Peter
America's Club and Fase 2, I
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
I'm in the Chrysler on the
Highway racin' the Viper
Scope with the beam hittin'
Niggas like sniper
Clinton in Sing Sing, my comrads is lifers
Hold your
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
good
Ride on 20's with TV's
Leather interior and wood
Rolexes, at least ten G's on a necklace
Pullin up at the club in
Two Caddy truck stretches
My click
pimpin sluts
Down south we wearin Princess cuts
[Redd]
Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
[Lil'
[Verse 1]
So what if I don't sell a million plus, I still keep a million bucks
In the garage it's a million net worth of trucks
Not any account, just
stood in the dirt as the bulldozers charged them and stopped right at their toes. Or people waved clubs at them, charged them with logging trucks
the spaceship pass (Ayy, yoon)
Whole club like fuck is that (What the fuck?)
What the fuck kinda truck was that? (Bang)
Spun it forward then spun it back (Damn)
Prehistoric, two hundred mil bitches
Under Armour on me, look like a ninja
She saw through my shirt and she had a conniption
Join the club, get that prescription
sluts
down south we wearin Princess cuts
(Redd)
down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
(Lil' Flip)
on
Staten Island come on hold me down
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spilling while we hitting every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four
They gon' let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
sniper
Quick like a viper, motherfuckers and my engines hyper
My boys be flippin money grippin, so fuck your crew
My posse's who, my posse is dayton avenue
her can I get a Minaj
Fuckin' up in my truck
She asked can she get a massage
Walk right into that club
Said that I smell like Baccarat
Sittin' on more
This is the club scene, where them ballas at
Chicken sweating you threatin'
Mo' getting VIP we setting
We taking care of the whole section
With liquor
heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4)
[Proof]
Bomb like Sadan, split america in two
The wrap all around your haed like Erika Badu
My issues, miss use,
up I could never be weasel
Boy I'm real humble and fly like America's eagle
Dreams so big I hate tellin small minded people
What's in my blunt it's
livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
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