[Chorus: x2]
We ain't going to the club
We ain't buying out the bar
We ain't tipping these hoes
We ain't f*ckin' with y'all cause
We on the block tonight
I'm making so much money and my pockets right.
[Verse 1:]
My niggas handcuff bringing broads in to town cause
We in the trenches where it's f*cking going down.
Where da G's at
... without probable cause watch the G's react.
Move fool like they don't exist
Put lick on his chevy and hi frozen wrist
And grind most sported dickie for another day
Linking up with niggas that get it the same f*cking way
... go getta f*ck the club, let's get paid
We enter a small town, distributing all around,
Plenty time for pussy, right now put down cause
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Business before pleasure, speaking of pleasure
My R&B road dawg, we hwaded up to Tennessee then to Mississippi
Where it's got the vicious clicks more conscerned with paper.
Not here for the clubbin' shit.
But niggas think I'm trippin'
Like sumthin' must be wrong with him.
Really rather rob rappers, f*ck doing song with'em.
I don't get along with'em
Where as I'm a different breed
Keep a 14 for the head, hot a,.. what
Ya need weed, haze,.. strictly haze on da block
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