Up in the club, don't give a fuck Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Up in the club, still don't give a fuck It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) Got my partner Yelawolf with' me

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose Used to dance in a club right across from my school I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused Had to set

Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new bitch In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (skrrt) Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" Iced out teeth on a iced out

Dangerous MC's Bitch grab your tits c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's close the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass

It look like I been cookin', it look like I been cookin' Bad bitches, fuckin' everyone of 'em Ten chains, rockin' everyone of 'em I'm in the club, bitches beggin' me to shoot 'em up With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain't a new one up Summer's gone

I'm a stand up nigga You a real nigga, I'll stand up with you Told my bitch I'll spend these bands up with you Nigga I stand for I be standin' on couches, in the club Spillin' liquor Standin' up while I'm fuckin' If you believe in somethin', then stand

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump You look like you mad as

Toot it and boot it I met her in the club Then I said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked Yeah I toot it and boot it That's why I toot and boot it She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex Girl knock it off you know you cant have this