Div3s - Members Only lyrics

Pour that drink up in my cup
(Load it up, load it up)
Couple shots and Jägerbombs and blow it up
(Blow it up)
What the fuck is going on, bruh?
(What the fuck? What the fuck?)
Who the fuck is doing wrong?
(Who the fuck? It's both of us)
Who's allowed up in the club?
(Who the fuck? Both of us)
Who said they don't give a fuck
(Who the fuck? It's both of us)
Your heart is feels so paper-thin
You locked me out so let me in
Members Only, let me in let the record spin

I'm going in let me do my thing
What my flow, nigga watch me spit
Watch The Throne, nigga jay and Yeezy
YMCM, Drake and Wheezy
I can't see them, they a little Eazy


I can't beat them, they a little Breezy
I can't eat them, they a little cheesy
Man can't reap them, Rest In Pieces
I'ma kill the game and leave
The rest in pieces
Biting my flow when you ain't got leases
I am these you man stopped spitting
Also, I'm the hottest thing in Britain
Also, I'm behind my girl when beating
Also, be quiet when I'm speaking
You don't know shit 'bout me
So hold your tongue
And this is how we do it when we're turning
(up)

Pour that drink up in my cup
(Load it up, load it up)
Couple shots and Jägerbombs and blow it up
(Blow it up)
What the fuck is going on, bruh?
(What the fuck? What the fuck?)
Who the fuck is doing wrong?
(Who the fuck? It's both of us)
Man, who's allowed up in the club?
(Who the fuck? Both of us)
Who said they don't give a fuck
(Who the fuck? It's both of us)
Your heart is feels so paper-thin
You locked me out so let me in
Members Only, let me in let the record spin

I'ma track this shit up on them vinyls
A million hit's, but I ain't viral
I see it all, but I ain't no eyeball
Loads of competition but still no rivals
When I arrived, I had the world raving
Hip-hop's dying, it needs saving
Move it forwards, the times are changing
UK rappers popping in the States
'Cause niggas ain't gonna let
Water in the way 'Cause we built them boats
That brought more slaves
Ate that food that was put up on our plates
Rate their girls, then take 'em on a date
Get that girl, now she's carrying your kid
Get an abortion? Who're tryna kid?
She don't need a man's help, do you?
And she's acting like a bitch, 'cause you

Pour that drink up in her cup
(Load it up, load it up)
Couple shots and Jägerbombs and blow it up
(Blow it up)
What the fuck is going on, bruh?
(What the fuck? What the fuck?)
Who the fuck is doing wrong, bruh?
(Who the fuck? It's both of us)
Man, who's allowed up in the club?
(Who's allowed up in the club?)
Who said they don't give a fuck
(Who said they don't give a fuck?)
Your heart is feels so paper-thin
You locked me out so let me in
Members Only, let me in let Aaliyah sing

I'm sending him a four page letter
And I enclosed it with a kiss
And when I write him
He better get it on time
(I'm drinking rum and Red Bull)
I'm sending him a four page letter
And I enclosed it with a kiss (So don't me)
And when I write him
He better get it on time
(If I say something crazy)