Lyrics:
I'm bout my business I stand on it
Way I march wit this drum think a band on me
I'm feelin' like Nelly it's hot in this club I'm a hotboy for life
poker
In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer
Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa
Watchin shorty lay as she spread
On the limo sofa
She asked
Food trucks for a foodie, strip clubs if you like booty, hoochie coochie
Massage, if you want a happy ending
Real shit stop pretending
Stay out the way,
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club
in the Jeep
The lights hit me at the club, my skin was like a chicken
And now my leather to the ankle by my Pippen
This feels crazy and I hoping I
head
Drippin' so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin' the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh
I am still
taking)
And I'll grant all your wishes (amateur strip classes for exercise)
You know, you know, you know (this one's for you)
You know, you know, you
more!
I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest B-B-C fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
on a hot day
Pull up the club 'cause it's Friday
Let's drink and hit the dance floor
DJ put the summer jam on
Big chips at the bar spending
GT with
the strip club, still hunching on em'
Still ripping bands, homie by the grands
Im the young boss, follow my commands
Now I'm bring bought seven hands
Back
the night like a kinky undertaker
I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League
Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee
What's
we flow, we make it rain in the club yeah even snow
We got em by the dozen girls are addicted to the dough
Ayy, get like this get that cake and bake
Let me show you what I'm talking about
Swag on Fifty now I'm feeling like fifty
If i gotta pay for it
Then I'm only paying fifty
Strip club rocker yeah
to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I
they be buggin'
They find it hard to understand how could T.I.P. love
This girl, when her man is out at strip clubs
Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving
spinnin'
I'm in the strip club smokin', with President Clinton
So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee
They may the mold of the penis enlarger off
Hit the strip and drop like fifty Players
Club invite only
By myself, by my loli Call my vixen when I'm lonely
Need your body, need your spirit
You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
sour onion
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike
Strip club, I make 30k skydive
I get head on a high rise, my life
is tenacious
In the strip club throwing blue faces
Good music good weed that's oasis
Next round on me feeling gracious
Pink lights gold grills that's
Ha
Go
Yea
(Whole gang geek)
I'm in the strip club with them dollaz she know I get by with my ID
I'm ina RS7 on 85 goin' fast in a high speed
Ain't
runnin
When my jam comes on DJ's just start cuttin (cha-ka cha-ka)
Rubber duckin, Jigga Jigga strip
Every name brand clothin off them T.J. Hookers
rolling late night with my buzz on
Leaving out a strip club and wanting my fuck on
I?m strolling through a list of my missed calls
And right up out the blue
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