sittin on 24's) [Chubby Baby- Verse 2] Six speed coupes the only thing that the boy order im paid n full so im stuntin like rich porter y pull up 2 the club
, be rich 500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt Gets
like the nigga nobody know 'bout So til I am a Billboard charter Record label Martyr Hold my bottle in July for sparklers Going from 500 comments online to hit the club
So that day before yesterday I ran into the problem Just makin' them calls and hollers And I picked up the envelope that contained my bill Guess what, 500
Ecko Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin Waitin til them semi-autos poppin My gun is like a club on
block A hundred "Dall" wood green and a phantom drop Then I cruise in the club, got my **** in the club Pay a belt and buck, now I **** in the club,
pop P pop, butterfly, booty bounce, peculator, pony ride Old school flip, do the mash potatoes I don't care just look freaky Yo man in the club who'
my house gurl dats my house gurl Verse2~ hold on gurl u kno wat it is ma 504 boy u kno where i live ma pull up 2 da club 26s on my whip ma pocket full
Ain't got nothing gold but some gold chains Say "Jizzle, what's the dough?" Move the whole thing My celly bumping like a chat line He bought a 500, need
Verse 1] They dont wanna see you winnin, ever since the beginning 500 dollar denim jeans, wanna see ya in em Surrounded by pretty women, most of em bein models Hit the club
m off the glass Having sex in little jets menage'tois Getting buck wild no matter where we are Indie 500 in the back of the car In a dark ass club on
thangs every week Last week my Cutlass was blue but it change every week I be in the club brand new in that thang every week Haters in the club I shoot
If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up Huey, Kells, my nigga, yeah We in the club see that exercise, girl We in the club see
mean she droppin that ass [Verse 1] Step off in the strip club dead fresh Right in time for the amateur contest Go to the DJ give him bout 500 hundred
All the lil strip girls know we straight All the lil strip girls want dis cake Ballin all the down to MIA Then come back to Magic City Monday ??? in the club
's a pain the morning Aerosol cans are terrible So I spread the word with spray painted signs (I'm going green) Love animals for real, you see me clubbing
full of cash Hammies in the stash, scandels in the dash Radar detectors, troopers can't find us We bubbled down ATL and hit the 'linas Then get clubbed
, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't the shit See the story take place in the back of the club About