2 Chainz, Chris Brown - In Da Club lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[2 Chainz, Chris Brown - In Da Club lyrics]
I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy
IIII only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different bitches
It look like it's immigration ('gra-gration)
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up
Two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds
I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on 26's
I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it
(yeah, uh, 2 Chainz)
I got gator on my Gucci's
Like the crocodile Hummer (Hummer)
Blew my cell up
(up) , suicide bomber (bomber)
Car jack died, it got suicide doors
And I'm so high
(high) , only God knows (tell 'em)
Pull up shawty, roll up (roll up)
45 around my scrotum (scrotum)
When I say hol' up (hol' up)
Every motherfucker hol' up (true)
And it's in my culture to
Be standin' on the sofa (yeah)
See, even if I was on Oprah
I be standin' on the sofa (damn)
I'm a ghetto boy
(boy) , tall version of Bushwick
Like AI, my crew thick
So many hoes and they knew dick (uh)
New car, new crib, cash where my trap at
(yeah) shawty gave me that head
(head) , yeah, she got that snapback (yeah)
And you know her ass fat and
You know I cash eyed all this ice on me
I'm killin' 'em by a landslide (yeah)
And you know I can't dive, I'm so fly
I rather hand glide in first class, with my
Rollie on, airtime, airtime, airtime
I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy
IIII only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different bitches
It look like it's immigration ('gra-gration)
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up
Two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds
I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on 26's
I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it
IIII only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different bitches
It look like it's immigration ('gra-gration)
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up
Two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds
I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on 26's
I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it
(yeah, uh, 2 Chainz)
I got gator on my Gucci's
Like the crocodile Hummer (Hummer)
Blew my cell up
(up) , suicide bomber (bomber)
Car jack died, it got suicide doors
And I'm so high
(high) , only God knows (tell 'em)
Pull up shawty, roll up (roll up)
45 around my scrotum (scrotum)
When I say hol' up (hol' up)
Every motherfucker hol' up (true)
And it's in my culture to
Be standin' on the sofa (yeah)
See, even if I was on Oprah
I be standin' on the sofa (damn)
I'm a ghetto boy
(boy) , tall version of Bushwick
Like AI, my crew thick
So many hoes and they knew dick (uh)
New car, new crib, cash where my trap at
(yeah) shawty gave me that head
(head) , yeah, she got that snapback (yeah)
And you know her ass fat and
You know I cash eyed all this ice on me
I'm killin' 'em by a landslide (yeah)
And you know I can't dive, I'm so fly
I rather hand glide in first class, with my
Rollie on, airtime, airtime, airtime
I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy
IIII only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different bitches
It look like it's immigration ('gra-gration)
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up
Two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds
I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on 26's
I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it