[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (Woo)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Pull up to the club with a check (Skrt), f*ck it up
I could blow it all, get it back (Blow it), f*ck it up
How the f*ck you don't know where we at? (Where we at?) f*ck it up
Your b*tch that's in my phone say, "Where you at?" (Come on) f*ck it up
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, f*ck it up
Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, f*ck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll f*ck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll f*ck it up, ayy
[Verse 1: Coca Vango]
I used to be f*cked up (f*cked up)
Now I got the rap game f*cked up (f*cked up)
Jewelry, sh*t, I'ma hustler (Hustler)
Playin' with the coat, you get f*cked up (f*cked up)
You know every whip I whip is foreign (Yeah-ah-ah)
You know every ho I f*ck is foreign (Choo, choo, choo)
Lambo, I think it's time for me to get a Lambo
Wouldn't I look good in a Lambo?
b*tch, strap on the seat like Rambo (Boom-boom)
Pull up to the club, b*tches be like, "Who are you?"
I'll f*ck 'em up and let 'em look between Louboutin and Jimmy Choo
Tell me what you want, I got it all in my pocket
Gooey-ooey-ooey drippin' all in my closet
Balmain boots, these ain't no f*ckin' Doc Martens
I got shooters out in Houston and they will hit you with a rocket (Woo)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Pull up to the club with a check (Skrt), f*ck it up
I could blow it all, get it back (Blow it), f*ck it up
How the f*ck you don't know where we at? (Where we at?) f*ck it up
Your b*tch that's in my phone say, "Where you at?" (Come on) f*ck it up
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, f*ck it up
Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, f*ck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll f*ck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll f*ck it up, ayy
[Verse 2: Coca Vango]
f*ck that money up, I want some more, yeah (Oh yeah)
f*cked your b*tch, I'll turn your wife into a whore, yeah (Yeah)
I'll f*ck it up as soon as I come in the door, yeah (Oh-oh-oh)
Door, yeah, door, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Bougie bad b*tches on the tour bus
I f*ck my b*tches by the twos, together
Yeah there's three of us
Five-star suites, top-floor, I'ma f*ck it up (Uh)
Just gimme your card, I'ma f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Gimme your broad, I'll f*ck it up (What?)
I know what you like, I got it all in my pocket
You flexin' like you lit, but I'm the reason that you poppin'
Ice so cold they call me Coca Baskin-Robbins
I be stylin' with no stylist, b*tch, I'm fly like Mary Poppins
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Pull up to the club with a check (Skrt), f*ck it up
I could blow it all, get it back (Blow it), f*ck it up
How the f*ck you don't know where we at? (Where we at?) f*ck it up
Your b*tch that's in my phone say, "Where you at?" (Come on) f*ck it up
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, f*ck it up
Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, f*ck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll f*ck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll f*ck it up, ayy