f*ck Up the Club lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music
n*gga let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Boss
305 on my plates, a n*gga still sellin' weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the b*tches, n*gga I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellos at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, if so then send ‘em in
I'm talkin' numbers, n*gga, I've never fumbled, n*gga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, n*gga
[Chorus: Future]
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you want to

[Verse 2: YG]
4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young n*gga, young n*gga, got a gun, run n*gga
Painted all the rivers red, this blood sh*t stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad b*tches, f*ck 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs
That's photos, that's more dough
Maybachs for everybody, n*gga, squad goals
Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors
West coast, that's my sh*t, 4Hunnid, that's my clique
Last n*gga that beat the pus*y up, well, um, that's my b*tch
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks
40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, n*gga, so what?

[Chorus: Future]
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young n*gga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young n*gga, I'ma sell that
Mouth closed, I'll never talk
Won't say a word and went to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll f*ck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up
If it's under a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' clubs up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street sh*t
I be f*ckin' boss b*tches, they don't need sh*t
Tell me, where my boss b*tches who don't need sh*t?
Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the line long
All this money got my mind gone
All this money got my mind gone

[Chorus: Future]
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
We just gon' f*ck up the club, baby, f*ck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
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