Fight Night Remix lyrics

[Intro]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich n*ggas at man?
MIGO!

[Hook: Takeoff]
Broke n*ggas stand to the left
My rich n*ggas stand to the right
Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
Im'a knock the pus*y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
Im'a knock the pus*y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
Im'a knock the pus*y out like fight night

[Verse 1: Plies]
n*gga I walked up in the club with a rubba on
f*ck these b*tches in the club, I don't bring em home
n*gga rob you before so we can't do a song
Told that b*tch I wanna force em like a f*ck-a-long
If she don't like it in her face I told them where ya going
If you don't like giving head then b*tch leave me alone
Don't talk about dope on cell phones
I pour my liquor out for n*ggas who got snitched on
When my cuz came I told him I had a brick for em
Other cousin told em I ain't had sh*t for em
You gonna hug me in the club, I got my pistol
If you don't like me pus*y ho write a diss song
Church
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate
It's a truckload coming on the interstate
Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate
Your main b*tch say she wanna make a sex tape
Rich n*gga, I could never be a broke n*gga (rich n*gga)
Broke n*ggas I can never get along with them!
Always been hated since a little n*gga (always)
It's forever pus*y n*gga gotta deal with it (rich n*gga!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Float like a butterly, sting like a bee
Rumble young n*gga rumble!
Lil' mamma want a n*gga like me in the sheets
Ice cube knock it out like Deebo
Now who's that talking that gangsta sh*t?
Somebody gonna kick your ass
When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm
Let them know that this a whole lot of cash
Rich n*ggas on the right all night (rich n*gga)
Broke n*ggas to the left by yourself (brokanese)
Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire?
Call 911 like Wyclef
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Offset]
I'm a rich n*gga, I don't like a b*tch n*gga
n*gga broke n*gga, I don't deal with you
All of my n*ggas, official, My b*tches they strippers
My n*ggas they criminals trying to get to the M&Ms
If your b*tch is so innocent, why she sucking my children
Last time I asked I dine and dashed and b*tch I go in the building
Bad b*tch make it clap, let me know ya
Young rich n*gga on the couch talking to Oprah
Bottles in the VIP while I stand on the sofa
I don't speak your language, Brokanese, I thought I told ya
These b*tches they be smokin' on hookah, my n*gga ballin' like Hoosiers
Geeked up in the Double R, I scare ya b*tch, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Vermeulen

[Hook]