Heels & Dresses lyrics

by

Nas


[Intro: DJ Skee]
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[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne
Middle Finger Up, Give A f*ck About A Damn Thing
Damn Thing
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
We be up in the club
With them bad b*tches in them louboutin heels
And them ???? dresses
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1: X.O.]
I'm up in this motherf*cker chillin'
Think I'm Big Meech, poppin' bottles through the ceiling
Shooting through the roof, so there ain't no glass ceiling
Couple Hundred Thou but I'm trying to get a million
Quarter pound of granddaddy, blow it as you wish
Pass me the Spade's and that high yellow b*tch
My money hits the ceiling, then it comes right back
Little mama let me see you (roll around in a stack)
I put 30 on my neck, no help
So Fresh, Yes you can say I'm feeling myself
I put on for my city and the girls go crazy
You know what it is, I'm an Altadena baby
Money rolling in like a f*cking Brinks Truck
And I wanna do is pop a 100 bottles in the club
And crack a bad b*tch, I don't need no help
So Fresh, Yes you can say I'm feeling myself (myself)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne
Middle Finger Up, Give A f*ck About A Damn Thing
Damn Thing
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
We be up in the club
With them bad b*tches in them louboutin heels
And them ???? dresses
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 2: X.O.]
VVS big body sitting outside
Oh you got a boyfriend, why he let you outside?
But you and your girls drinking, You know its only right
And maybe you can be my club crush for the night
See "Money Ain't A Thang," just as long as I spend it
And I can blow a couple thou in a California minute
And Ain't nothing rented, she asked what's the difference
That means I ain't got to take it back when I'm finished
T.Y. stop hogging all the f*cking Rosé
You gon' be hungover for the next 4 days
Tell that n*gga Y.G. stop taking all the models
Somebody get the waitress, I need me another model
Little model, tell me how you feeling
Couple more shots then you know I'm gon' kill it
Let me Beat it up and I promise I'm gon' kill it
Then go tell your homegirls I'm the realest
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne
Middle Finger Up, Give A f*ck About A Damn Thing
Damn Thing
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
We be up in the club
With them bad b*tches in them louboutin heels
And them ???? dresses
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 3: X.O.]
Well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday
Well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday
Toot it up, drop it low (drop it low)
Pick up all that f*cking money on the flo
I said well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday
Well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday
Toot it up, drop it low
Pick up all that f*cking money on the flo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne
Middle Finger Up, Give A f*ck About A Damn Thing
Damn Thing
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
We be up in the club
With them bad b*tches in them louboutin heels
And them ???? dresses
Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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