Lyrics

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
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