We got players, we got niggas at the club A few bad bitches at the clubPoppin' bottles all night at the club Spent some money, spent some dollars at the clubEh, pour all this money like it's champagne Baby, pour all this money like it's champagneEh, pour all this money like it's champagne Baby, pour all this money like it's champagneBlow it up like Creary, make it fast like JesusWe pull up in fast cars, moving fast in sequence Throw me back that fat ass and make it clap for realestBring me back to ghettos, then take me back to businessKeep your distance if you fake Don't waste my precious time using all my *** patienceShow your real call instead of faking your intentions Tell me how you feel instead of faking your intentionsShow your real call instead of faking your intentions Tell me how you feel instead of faking your intentionsWhen I'm callin', I don't need problemsI'm too exhausted to keep up with your nonsenseI'm chasing paper, see you later Save me all that bullshit and call me when it's overWhen I'm sober, call me when I'm sober I'd rather deal with problems when I'm soberI'm too lit, baby, and I'm turned up I ain't goin' down, no, unless you give me toppersBlow it up like Creary, make it fast like JesusWe pull up in fast cars, moving fast in sequence Throw me back that fat ass and make it clap for realestBring me back to ghettos, then take me back to businessThrow me back that fat ass and make it clap for realestBring me back to ghettos, then take me back to business