In The Club

(album: Alaska In Atlanta - 2009)

When we in the club, you make 'em say eh
So put your bottles up, everybody say eh
Cause when we step in, we 'bout to turn it up
All my single ladies, put your hands up

Step up in the club, I'm bossed up
Ballers in the club, I'm gwopped up
My pockets hold them racks, and I'm racked up like a sack
Young Juiceman in the club, like a hundred stankin sacks
And I'm stupid fruity blowing on that [?] loud pack
Put your bottles in the air, if you feel that
And her booty is so fat, make me wanna feel that
And I'm swaggin in my [?] then you pussy like a cat
While I'm [?] dropping off that sack
And I never have bad shows, and the crowd can tell you that
Juiceman and Holiday, in the club with them racks
Bobby V and Juiceman, lay your girl on her back

When we in the club, you make 'em say eh
So put your bottles up, everybody say eh
Cause when we step in, we 'bout to turn it up
All my single ladies, put your hands up

Don Julio, flexin in the club with Smith 'n Wessons
Niggas is some squares and your ho keep on texting
After this club, we gon' end up at the Western
[?] the club [?]
Baby, your man [?] let that sucker take care of you
I'm the late night thief, baby, I ain't marrying you
My diamonds so bright, and them karats just attracting you
When I left the club, car top was retractable
Diamond chain on, damn my life is like a huxtable
Young Juiceman, and I'm diving over obstacles
32 E N T, and we're unstoppable
Bobby V, Holiday, Juiceman, [?]

When we in the club, you make 'em say eh
So put your bottles up, everybody say eh
Cause when we step in, we 'bout to turn it up
All my single ladies, put your hands up