I'm In This club

[Verse 1: Project Pat] I ain't playing bout that paper, Serious bout that betty I want that Rarri like mob life, Frank Nitty Disrespect, turn your brains into baked ziti Young nigga, out the window holding that case steady We in the club, V.I.P keep them bottles coming' I got that trap dick she fiend for, keep her coming Louie Vs, all designer, check my shoes ho I got that fish scale swag, that's some good blow I like my money coming fast, but that head slow We on the mollies and that kush, let a nigga know We'll split yo shit, stomp yo punk ass to the floor Shut this motherfucker down, give em a real show [Chorus: Project Pat] My money long long long, Wells Fargo Plenty whips, big garage that's where my cars go I hustle hard, moving fast like a Lambo I bought my whole squad choppers, bitch I'm Rambo I'm in this club, I'm high as fuck Ain't never a motherfucker gonna fuck with me (x3) I'm in this club, I'm high as fuck Ain't never a motherfucker gonna fuck with me (x3) [Verse 2: Nasty Mane] We popping bottles in the club, huh (Mafia!) Smoking green passing mollies to them hoes, huh (Mafia!) We on that Ace, we need bout 20 more Them sparklers on them bottles look like a firework show (Mafia!) We in this bitch, we with yo bitch You a police trying to handcuff her Say i beat the pussy like she stole something That's a metaphor for I fucked her You mad tho, she glad tho She say I'm the shit, no toilet bowl I got plenty paper like a toilet roll I got more bitches than a dog pound So I play the field for a touchdown Pull the dress up, and them panties down Tell her bounce it back like a rebound Act the fool when we fool around That's cold blooded, my heart flooded With ice water and i don't give a fuck That pistol on me like a missile homie And i'll shoot that bitch if you niggas jump [Chorus]