Fuck Up the Club (feat. Future, Rick Ross, YG & Yo Gotti)

Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
 It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music
 Nigga let's toast to it
 DJ Khaled!
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 And you better bring your whole crew
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 Yes any time you want to
 Boss
 305 on my plates, a nigga 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 bitches, nigga 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
 Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
 There is no bigger boss, sip slow, this cinnamon
 I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
 Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 And you better bring your whole crew
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 Yes, any time you want to
 4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
 Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, right nigga
 Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him
 Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all
 Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs
 That's photos, that's more dough
 Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals
 Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
 Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors
 West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique
 Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch
 I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks
 40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 And you better bring your whole crew
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 Yes any time you want to
 Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
 GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that
 Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that
 Mouth closed, I'll never talk, won't say a word and went to jail that
 Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up
 Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up, if it's not a hunnid it don't cost enough
 Tearin' clubs up like Three Six
 I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street shit
 I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need shit
 Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit?
 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
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 And you better bring your whole crew
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
 Yes any time you want to