(That's the kind of love) That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of What you'd do to me tonight In that kind of love And that's the kind of love Honey, this club here is stuck up

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up

Just ask the lonely, oh Oh, don't pray for love Oh, say love Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I'm off, in this club I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin' us Man I

Bass lines and cars anything fast Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag Humping on my leg, yo I’m on my fuckin' glass Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got Fuck you pay

Alone alone alone Cause I'm tryna get you You alone alone alone Shawty we been sippin' on bub And I done had enough Let's get up out this club Shawty we been flirtin' all night And once we outside Can I offer you a ride?

Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit. But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club. Catch an attitude and shit We got one for them. Goes like this We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear? here it goes A little something

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all So dog, just know, for real I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes On everything Hey, say pimp, This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,

I knew my rent was gon' be later 'bout a week ago I work my ass off But I still can't pay it though But I got just enough To get off in this club Have me a good time, before my time is up Hey, let's get it now Ooh I want the time of my life Oh baby ooh

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

Now now now now, c'mon This is how we do it, when we do it like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like ain't nuttin to it, the way we do it Now e'rybody put your fuckin hands up - let's go Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to Hey! Go 'head