Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Squad goin' up, nobody flippin' packs now I just did 3 in a row, them shows is back-to-back to back now Put the world on our sound, you know PARTY and The Weeknd Ain't got no motherfuckin' time to party on the weekend Tell Gelo, "Bring the juice, we about to get lit" Fill the room up with some "tings", one night off and this is it Always workin' OT, overtime and outta town Shit is crazy back home, it kills me that I'm not around I think we gettin' too deep; shit I'm talkin' might be too true Upstairs I got xan's in an Advil bottle, I don't take them shits But you do, so I got 'em for you I don't need the pills, I'm just gon' have another drink And when I'm puttin' work in on a weekend I'll look back on this and think how we have the club going up Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Workin' Monday night, on the corner flippin' hard Made at least 3 thousand, on the boulevard I've been workin' graveyard shifts every other weekend Ain't got fuckin' time to party on the weekend I've been flippin' in the house, makin' juugs on the highway I've been ridin' out of state, makin' money like my way I don't think that I should dance, I'm just gon' have another drink I'm doin' my stance, you know my molly pink I got the loudest of the loud, you know my gas stink My P.O. think I'm in the house, don't give a damn 'bout what she think Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey And I know I know how I made it on my own I made my own style, I don't think that I should stay You know I gotta' go, you're moving too fast Don't wanna take it slow Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey

IMixNation for real Oh Lord, Jetson made another one This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from a cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits and I'ma burn him Okay, I made a right and I got off on Sugar Creek Saw the police at the Shell, I saw them niggas look at me My trunk was big and so I stood out Made a left, threw the blinker on, pulled in the cookout I picked the blunt back up, I'm good now White man, black shades, hold up, that's a lookout, okay I kept it pushing, shook him loose Lit the blunt and dropped the window Saw my nigga, chucked the deuce (What's happenin', nigga?) I heard you're strapped, I got one too, play with me, huh BlocBoy JB, I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Ayy, when the last time you seen lil' buddy? When you see him, tell that nigga I still need my money, fuck that This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from my cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' Money (Still gon' need my motherfuckin' money) Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping (Bitch, I'm dumping) He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits And I'ma burn him (I'ma burn him, okay) This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money In the spot and he done stored a couple onions (Couple onions) It's cool, I ain't trippin' 'cause the chopper hold a hundred When I see him, I'ma have to show him somethin' Okay, I got the drop, it's time to go now They say he in Onyx tippin' bitches, tryna show out Bitch invite him over, they like, "Zacc, he at the door now" He got his ass out like Cold Heart at the ho house (Okay) I hit him twice, made him shiver Drove his body from the Bluff all the way to Broad River (Okay) And I ain't even wanna sleep lil' buddy I was tryna help him out, was tryna feed lil' buddy, fuck that This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from a cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits and I'ma burn him, okay