Banned From The Club

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Can't follow no nigga I ain't never meet my pops Red dots all on him he done think he had the chicken pox Beef, I nicknamed it chaz put lil bruh on you then you know that's your ass Closed caskets little dumb mother fucker Flexing ice, throwing bands, catch me at the rucker Money talk nigga, call me Chris Tucker Run up on me then you a dead mother fucker You know my company Bricksquad Monopoly They love our fucking swag why these pussies copy me All in VIP im trying to smoke about a key He can say anything don't put your hands on me [Hook] We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head couple bands you be dead [x2] I got bands and bands and bands on me Grams and grams and grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Dare nare nigga put they hands on me. [x2] [Verse 2: Yung Joey] ... rubberbands don't fit That's your girl I'll take that bitch ... on a scale of one to ten rate that bitch Send her back to your ass with a new bag and a new swag Have her talking back and shit like you did now you mad Sour d, im feeling good Squad on deck, I wish a nigga would Get your drama like the dj Take turns stompin on that ass like a relay Im getting head on the freeway Bad yellow thing bobbin her head like a dj Yeah, this pimpin shit is easy Im poppin bro we popular them bitches do what we say [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] Drinks of the pink, can't think on that stink Back to back swishers eyes low when I blink Blowin' dojer on the dolo, ain't posing for no photo Keep a bad bitch humpback quazimoto Solo in the photo scrap with a 44 Nigga jump stupid knock the horse off your polo Bullets bouncing, pogo. Rob me that's a no go Nigga this the squad, flocka flame, and lil jo jo [Hook]