DJ Khaled, Yo Gotti, YG, Ross, Future - Fuck Up the Club lyrics

Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade
Girl and it's toast music
Nigga let's toast to it dJ Khaled!

We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to

Boss 305 on my plates


A nigga still sellin' weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross
Fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes
I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches
Nigga I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose
The leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains
Toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
Talkin' menage a trois
Shawty let's have some fun
Bellos at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss
If so then send ‘em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga
I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and
I do it when I want it, nigga

We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you want to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun
Run nigga painted all the rivers red
This blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches
Fuck 'em all businessman, businessman
Always tryna cut the costs
That's photos, that's more dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals
Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage
Pullin' up in four 4 doors
West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid
That's my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um
That's my bitch
I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks
40 bands, just blew in the
Club, oh well, nigga, so what?

We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to

Aces comin' by the 12 pack
Young nigga in a Hellcat gPS on the pack
Tell the plug they can mail that
Tell the plug they can
Mail that, young nigga, i'ma sell that
Mouth closed, I'll never talk
Won't say a word and went to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up
40 on me 'til I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up
If it's under a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' clubs up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up
That's that street shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches
They don't need shit tell me
Where my boss bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the line long
All this money got my mind gone
All this money got my mind gone

We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club
Baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to