[Hook] Ridin to the club, candy coated on the dubs What? What? We gon' burn out, burn out What? What? We gon' turn it out, turn it out Nobody do it like G do it when he do it Ridin to the club, candy coated on the dubs What? What? We gon' burn out, burn out What? What? We gon' turn it out, turn it out Nobody do it, if beef do it, we see through it
[Verse 1] You see me coming with the roof up leaning Work on the block, I got the whole strip steaming Grab a stack from the stash for the evening Round it up with the click, now we breezing Chrome glowing, the low pros all seasoned Cuties stay blowing the do' for no reason What we spend on {?} alone can buy a hummer truck Next week we up, chronic, hit the numbers up Get trucked up, the weapon in the stomach tucked Click on point, my gun is never blunted up Realise man, the 5 Fam running stuff And my guys playing many men that want it rough But we really came to flash on cats And peep out a of couple ass on backs, smash on that Shook nice cigars, jump the ash on cats Thirty deep, V.I.P., in the back all that Throw my drink in a chick's face that act all wack Ladies move, fix your attitude, get back on track Any problem with me leaving niggas back up back? And we lay last like Crack-A-Jack, put cash on that
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[Verse 2] Straight gully, I give you that impression at the door Slut's chain, just came from dressing at the store And grown man cologne, shit exit out the pores Best up the front, Smith & Wesson in the draws Give coupons, freaks come a dime a dozen Then key shine, you could turn a dime to a dozen Back in this bitch right when you thought I wasn't It's 5 Family Click, we all about thugging You ain't bout money, you all about nothing The timely fetish, the lines of credit Get this money and tell a dime to spread it Playing with mines will fill this place with potent nines and medics That's right, that little light up on the nine is reddish The shorty in that Louis Vuitton line is precious Whole place filled with behind suppressors Might get the wrinkles out the way, I iron their dresses
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Copy to Clipboard: [Hook] Ridin to the club, candy coated on the dubs What? What? We gon' burn out, burn out What? What? We gon' turn it out, turn it out Nobody do it like G do it when he do it Ridin to the club, candy coated on the dubs What? What? We gon' burn out, burn out What? What? We gon' turn it out, turn it out Nobody do it, if beef do it, we see through it
[Verse 1] You see me coming with the roof up leaning Work on the block, I got the whole strip steaming Grab a stack from the stash for the evening Round it up with the click, now we breezing Chrome glowing, the low pros all seasoned Cuties stay blowing the do' for no reason What we spend on {?} alone can buy a hummer truck Next week we up, chronic, hit the numbers up Get trucked up, the weapon in the stomach tucked Click on point, my gun is never blunted up Realise man, the 5 Fam running stuff And my guys playing many men that want it rough But we really came to flash on cats And peep out a of couple ass on backs, smash on that Shook nice cigars, jump the ash on cats Thirty deep, V.I.P., in the back all that Throw my drink in a chick's face that act all wack Ladies move, fix your attitude, get back on track Any problem with me leaving niggas back up back? And we lay last like Crack-A-Jack, put cash on that
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[Verse 2] Straight gully, I give you that impression at the door Slut's chain, just came from dressing at the store And grown man cologne, shit exit out the pores Best up the front, Smith & Wesson in the draws Give coupons, freaks come a dime a dozen Then key shine, you could turn a dime to a dozen Back in this bitch right when you thought I wasn't It's 5 Family Click, we all about thugging You ain't bout money, you all about nothing The timely fetish, the lines of credit Get this money and tell a dime to spread it Playing with mines will fill this place with potent nines and medics That's right, that little light up on the nine is reddish The shorty in that Louis Vuitton line is precious Whole place filled with behind suppressors Might get the wrinkles out the way, I iron their dresses
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