Stunt N!gga

(album: Gangsta Stripper Music 2 - 2014)

Everytime they see us
They know we stunting
Everytime they see us
They know we stunting
Swag all in the [?]
The floor, we stunting

Hold up
Yeah
Hold up
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Hold up

Pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider)
Lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it)
Yo baby mama blowin up ma phone
But she ain't got good head so I don't answer her
Throw that ass, bitch kill her
She pop her pussy and she got her crew with her
Her homegirls bout that living
They on molly I know what to do wid em
Bitch throw that ass up, yea turn up
Bitch throw that ass up if you a [?]
Look at all them lame bitches hatin on you
They go'n talk shit but they won't run up
Club girl love a freak ho
Bitch I wanna see you do it on the dick
If you got an ass like Molly I don't wanna see you strip
Ho tis levels to this shit (flat)
I ain't gotta see a lot of [?]
If that booty real I wanna feel
Bitch pop that pussy lemme see
Throw that ass up, throw that ass then repeat it
She got a lot of tattooes on her legs
I heard she a fool with the head
She a pole killa, she's not a twerker
Head down ass up nigga throw her something
Hold up

Everytime they see us
They know we stunting
(Club God, kill'it)
Everytime they see us
They know we stunting
(Hold up, hold up)
Swag all in the [?]
The floor, we stunting
(HTown)

Hold up
Yeah
Hold up
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Hold up

I walk up in the club and all these on my dick
I'm throwin up a lot of money and now she's looking on my wrist
I tell her molly's in my Benz and now she wanna suck ma dick
I tell her keep that pussy popping and imma make her fucking rich
Bitch work that fucking pole, climb up and hold then let it go
Then buss it open on the floor then bring it back and touch your toes
Hold up you know these niggas broke
You know you wanna fuck a boss
You know I got the fucking paper
And I'm never fallin off
Club godzilla
Hold up
She want more bread
Throw them bands at her forehead
Throw that pussy back like a frisbee
Baller I is be, and so is my associate
Take summer gang flex forever
You got a bad bitch, I got several
These hoes call me Club Godzilla
Ain't no other nigga trilla except that nigga that's from Thriller (heeh)
Hold up

Everytime they see us
They know we stunting
(Club God, kill'it)
Everytime they see us
They know we stunting
(Hold up, hold up)
Swag all in the [?]
The floor, we stunting
(HTown)

Hold up
Yeah
Hold up
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Throw money on a bitch
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Pop ma left hand up throw money
Hold up