Um lyrics

[Swizz](Strings)
Uh Where the club at?
Uh, uh where the club at?
Swizz Beats, Strings
Uh Where the club at?
Ruff Ryders

[Strings]
How come?
n*ggas constantly fronting
Mouths wide open but they ain't saying nothing
Y'all dumb, b*tches sound pitiful
Unoriginal, think your sh*t is critical
Now run, for cover when my joint come on
Don't need a crew b*tch I hold my own
Y'all bums, get out, my sh*t out, I burn your crib out
With the hotness that's spinning
Want some?
Give it and get it right back
200 four, put a whole in your soul
Gun, gun in my hip, pistol pump grip
Trigger finger slip then you slip back a dip
Da bums dirty, gritty, low down
Telling me to slow down, bust four more rounds
Da club bouncing up and down and
Looking all around at n*ggas straight clownin'
Make money is what I do best and
Y'all n*ggas schemin', you better where vest then
STRINGS n*ggas that's my name and
When I go platinum you know I'm to blame and
And partna what'cha saying, nothing really right?
Y'all broads steady talking, your sh*t ain't really tight
I'm driving you off, something ain't right
My wrists all flooded, bank account cluttered
For all you motherf*ckers wonderin' I stay buttered
Y'all n*ggas take too long to come, I'm done
I'm turning the page, I ain't got no time for games
I'm grown and I got a child your age
Make it a million degrees in this motherf*cker
Try to catch your breath
And I got the joint hoppin' from the top to the left
Lyrical crack, too much will rock ya to death
In the studio makin' hits, while you failing whole sets
Any way we move you gon' get your palms wet
A beautiful but deadly MC is on the M-I-C
Prepare for your death, S-T-R-I-N-G-S, ghetto fabulous
I'mma platinum Rolley, and you ain't worth my time
I'mma silver dollar, you b*tches just dimes
If you don't have class, before you have cash
You might never get it, you can't buy
b*tch you born wit' it, so go on wit' it
Cause you gon go get it, cause I done sh*tted
Either you wit' it or forget it, y'all n*ggas just plain did it
So quit it n*gga