Lyrics:
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I can tell by the way
You lookin' at me girl
I wanna make love in this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
I
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
she's on it
And by the end of the night
Imma have jorge and his friend my tongue they'll be on it
Habla mucho pero no tiene couchons
When I look like
and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club, in this club, in this club
I wanna make love in this club, in
her mind
'Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine
You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You needed must've lost your
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
got game by the pound
(Flashing lights, lights)
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
association)
Call me Miami haro haro
Cause this deals with the track
Blows my mind like oh chea
Yeah, that's wrong, but it's real
Fuck boys they know the deal
this club (hey)
In this club (hey)
You got some friends rolling with you, baby
Then that's cool
You can leave them with my homies
Let them know that I
Life based off profit shit ya boy gone shine
Money in my pocket nigga money on my mind
Life based off profit shit your boy gone shine
Money On my
I lost it
I'm having fun, a ton of ones
I came into the club and I tossed it
These rappers all on my head
They rather cut off my legs
Because I run
Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'Cause we
the place
Girl's are all up in your face
Go to The club (When you go to The club)
The club
Always insane, the party tonight is off the chain
And it is
in the club
(Gon' and mind ya business)
Cryin' in the club
Cryin' in the club
Cryin' in the club
(I'm workin' on my litness)
I can't breathe, I know
Jyea
Yea
Yeaaa...
We pull up to the club
Fresh up off the grind
Me and my lil buddies
And we finna Jump the line
Jump the line every time
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Right now
I'm in the club
And you're on my mind
Right now
I'm with some baddies
And you're on my mind
11pm
Pulling up to club in Uber truck
12am
I'm
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
Every evening you will find him
Around our neighborhood
It's the old dope peddler
That we know by doing good
Started off with a OZ end up riding fo'
[Chorus - Lisa Maffia (JD)]
All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice)
Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice)
My kind of jam
the yak
Can't get off the fact I'm off my Mac
Goldie probably wouldn't, but I would trick off a that
And I'm sick with the money, I can cough a stack
who you gon' blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn't know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my
thought I'd be here
Look, I'm surprised I'm still alive
Told by the age of 25 that I should be dead
Fuck, while I'm here, I let my nuts hang
Snap, Colonel
I feel sick!
Yeah I got myself poisoned
Hanging off a laptop
I don't know if I can say I did my best
Most of the time
Most of the time
I was
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