In Da Club lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy
I-I-I-I only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different b*tches, it look like it's immigration ('Gra-gration)
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up, two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds, I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on twenty-six's, I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it

[Verse: 2 Chainz]
(Yeah, uh, 2 Chainz)
I got gator on my Gucci's like the crocodile Hummer (Hummer)
Blew my cell up (Up), suicide bomber (Boom)
Car jack died, it got suicide doors
And I'm so high (High), only God knows (Tell 'em)
Hold up, shawty, roll up (Roll up)
.45 by my scrotum (Scrotum)
When I say hol' up (Hol' up)
Every motherf*cker hol' up (True)
And it's in my culture to be standin' on the sofa (Yeah)
See, even if I was on Oprah, I'd be standin' on the sofa (Damn)
I'm a ghetto boy (Boy), tall version of Bushwick
Like AI, my crew thick, so many hoes I need a new di*k (Uh)
New car, new crib, cash where my trap at (Yeah)
Shawty gave me that head (Head), yeah-yeah, she got that snapback (Yeah)
And you know her ass fat and you know I cash out
All this ice on me, I'm killin' 'em by a landslide (Yeah)
And you know I can dive, I'm so fly, I rather hand glide
In first class with my Rollie on, airtime, airtime
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy
I-I-I-I only showed up 'cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different b*tches, it look like it's immigration ('Gra-gration)
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up, two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds, I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on twenty-six's, I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it