AT THE CLUB

Текст песни Kimezaa - AT THE CLUB

We got players we got gangsters at the club
A few bad bitches at the club
Poppin' bottles all night at the club
Spend some money spend some dollars at the club
Pour all this money like it's champagne
Baby pour all this money like it's champagne
Pour all this money like it's champagne
Baby pour all this money like it's champagne
Pour it up like Riri make it fast like Jesus
We pull up in fast cars
Moving fast in sequence
Throw me back that fat ass
And make it clap for the realest
Bring me back to good times
Then take me back to business
Ayee keep your distance if you're fake
Don't waste my precious time using all my fckn patience
Show your real colors instead of faking your intentions
Tell me how you feel instead of faking your intentions

Show your real colors instead of faking your intentions
Tell me how you feel instead of faking your intentions
Money callin
I don't need problems
I'm too exhausted
To keep up with your nonsense
I'm chasing paper
See you later
Save all that bullshxt and call me when it's over
When I'm sober
Call me when I'm sober
I'd rather deal with problems when I'm sober
I'm too lit baby and I'm turned up
I ain't going down now
Unless you give me top first
Pour it up like Riri make it fast like Jesus
We pull up in fast cars
Moving fast in sequence
Throw me back that fat ass
And make it clap for the realest
Bring me back to good times
Then take me back to business