Hit Da Club lyrics

[Intro]
(Turn up) Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up (That's what it is, n*gga)
Roll another one (Seven-thirteen, we here)
Hit the club, spend this money up (AMG, turn up)
Roll another one

[Chorus]
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
I say we hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one

[Verse 1]
I got a bad b*tch, centerfold
'Bout to get her pus*y swole
Twenties, fifties, hundreds in my bank bro, drink all
Dipping in a nice low, feeling good, ice though
Meet the plug hit the club, we just call it boss mode
We got b*tches, we got bottles
We got n*ggas burning bread
Smoking grass, shaking ass
My whole section going fast
Done a key, [?] the charge
Guess who out here flossin' hard
Spend that money, buy them toys
Valet parking, show them boys
Houston Texas, hog life
Puttin' di*k in y'all life
In the club all night
That's that sh*t we all like
Keep that loud comin', grind
Do this sh*t at any time
Bottles up we turnt as f*ck
Let's tear this motherf*cker down
[Chorus]
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
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Hit the club, spend this money up
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Hit the club, spend this money up (Ayy Don Ke, I got you, n*gga)
Roll another one (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Hit the blunt, n*gga, I'm high as sh*t
High as the mothaf*ckin' [?] price
Valet park that Lamborghini
n*gga, I'm dressed to kill like it’s picture night
Dom Pérignon I be sippin, I got b*tches
Man, these b*tches on a n*gga
I'm that n*gga, I'm that n*gga
Ain't no dope boy n*gga coming hard as me
n*gga, I speak crack when they recording me
n*gga, turn up we done made it now
No deep pus*y, n*ggas hating it now, but f*ck em
Know these n*ggas, they ain't 'bout that
All the dope that I talk, they don't 'bout dat
They know that I'm with it, they know that I did it
They know that I'm outchea', yeah
Hit the club, blow a sack now
Everybody showing love now
Who'da thought I'd be a rap n*gga
Everybody know me from the trap n*gga
Hit the club blow a bottle brick
Make the haters sick
Hit a thick b*tch
Ghostface Killah, kill em with the fit
[Chorus]
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
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Hit the club, spend this money up
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Hit the club, spend this money up
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Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one