But got comma’s in my statement
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt
Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.
Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong
I don't really give a fuck
She was the queen of the club
Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
When my song play the whole club fucking lost it
It's cause of you, see, you let him do that
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
Got my shirt off the club too packed
Finna go to the strib club make it rain nigga
Our children must be taught, of africa
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