Hit Da Club

[Chorus:] Hit the club Spend this money up Rolling another one [x7] [Verse 1:] I say we hit the club, spend this money up I got a bad bitch [?] Bout to get her pussy swoll Twenties, fifties, hundreds in my bank bro, drink all Dipping in a nice low, feeling good ice though Meet the plug hit the club, we just call it boss mo We got bitches, we got bottles We got niggas burning bread Smoking grass, shaking ass My whole section going fast Done a key, [?] the charge Guess who out here flossin hard Spend that money buy dem toys Valet parkin, show dem boys Houston Texas, hog life Puttin dick in ya’ll life In the club all night That’s that shit we on like Keep that [?] comin grind Do this shit at any time Bottles up we turnt as fuck Let’s tear this mothafucka down [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Hey don ke I got you nigga, let’s go Hit da punt niggas I’m high as shit High as da mothafuckin [?] price Vale park that Lamborghini Nigga I’m dressed to kill like it’s picture night Don Perrion I be sippin, I got bitches Man these bitches on a niggas I’m dat nigga, I’m dat nigga Ain't no, dope boy nigga come as hard as me Yea I speak crap they recording me, nigga Turn up we done made it now No deep pussy, niggas hating it now, fuck em Know these niggas they don’t bout dat All the dope that I talk, they don't bout dat They know dat I’m with it They know dat I did it They know dat I’m out, yea Hit da club blow a sack now Everybody showin love now Who’da thought I’d be a rap nigga Everybody know me from the trap nigga Hit da club blow a bottle brick Make da haters sick Hit a sick bitch Ghostface killa Kill em with the [?] [Chorus]