Lyrics:
past days, your actions have brought shame, to the family name.
V4.1Fanny
Is that what you think, Ezra “shame""...the way I see it, I’d call it “fame.”
(Mike Will made it)
I'm in the club, high off purp', with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt, with my J's on
(In the club, high on purp' with
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
this club (baby, put it on me, make love tonight)
They can keep watchin'
Baby, I don't give up in this club
Ahem, shawty want a thug
It started
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
figure out a way, to get this dough up (Uh)
I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (Yeah)
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9, baby)
up, but shit I was the ice cream man
I'm hot as ice when it's 40 below zero nigga
I'm tryna turn 2 cents into a kilo niggas
Cus in the hood that can
Ninety five percent of you niggas will never fuck with me
Ninety six percent of you niggas can not look up to me
Ninety seven cent of you niggas
fuckin' re-up (Yayo)
Flashin' singles, wit the 20s on top
While I'm ridin' on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You'll lose 5
your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie
going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend
I'ma run it up in a month
I'ma
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
I make a move
I make a move
I make it hot up in here, look around see what we got up in here
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em
Let's do it again but go up to two dollars
25 cents, 50 cents, 75 cents, one dollar, one twenty five, one fifty, one seventy five, two dollars
Counting
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
ATL we about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?
[CHORUS]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step off in this club
'Bout to get bent in this
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
All these bitches in the club
Baby you one I'm choosing
All these fuck niggas losing
Come on let's get it grooving
Surrounded by a bunch of doe
5
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
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