We got players, we got niggas at the club A few bad bitches at the club
Poppin' bottles all night at the club Spent some money, spent some dollars at the club
Eh, pour all this money like it's champagne Baby, pour all this money like it's champagne
Eh, pour all this money like it's champagne Baby, pour all this money like it's champagne
Blow it up like Creary, make it fast like Jesus
We pull up in fast cars, moving fast in sequence Throw me back that fat ass and make it clap for realest
Bring me back to ghettos, then take me back to business
Keep your distance if you fake Don't waste my precious time using all my *** patience
Show your real call instead of faking your intentions Tell me how you feel instead of faking your intentions
Show your real call instead of faking your intentions Tell me how you feel instead of faking your intentions
When I'm callin', I don't need problems
I'm too exhausted to keep up with your nonsense
I'm chasing paper, see you later Save me all that bullshit and call me when it's over
When I'm sober, call me when I'm sober I'd rather deal with problems when I'm sober
I'm too lit, baby, and I'm turned up I ain't goin' down, no, unless you give me toppers
Blow it up like Creary, make it fast like Jesus
We pull up in fast cars, moving fast in sequence Throw me back that fat ass and make it clap for realest

Bring me back to ghettos, then take me back to business
Throw me back that fat ass and make it clap for realest
Bring me back to ghettos, then take me back to business