Sup girl, have another drink
The way im feeling’ now its like I cant even think
The way you’re grinding on me im about to go off
Such a little tease when you lift up your top
The way you swing your ass is leaving me mesmerized
Loving everything that I can see with my eyes
I wanna lay you down and then spread open your thighs
And tear that ass up, cause that thing be supersized
Girl, we can have it all
Give it all we got, we can hit up a stall
One hand on my back, one up on the wall
Get goosebumps when shes touching my balls
Cause when im with her, its like she blows my pistons
Shes the type that makes me wanna go the distance
When im not with her I re think my existence
I think I need some help hashtag assistance

Hook:
Pop bottles in the club, girl shake that ass
Liquor gotchya feelin’ dumb, girl shake that ass
Got junk in the trunk, girl shake that ass,
Shake that ass, shake that ass
Pop bottles in the club, girl shake that ass
Liquor gotchya feelin’ dumb, girl shake that ass
Got junk in the trunk, girl shake that ass,
Shake that ass, shake that ass


(Click)
My rhymes are so huge, theyre just like a boulder
My personality’s huge, like im getting bolder
Im important like every sentence starts with a capital
Im the government of rap, I write in my capital
Im at the strip club, and im paying my fare
She tells me not to touch and I say baby that ain’t fair
She needs more money and I ask her whats a few
Shes getting more dirty, thank god, phew
Can I get another stripper, theyre lined up in a queue
After every time she finishes I smile and say thank you
Open up the curtains and im bringing on the next
And after that, im paying with government cheques
Every weekend is the greatest downtown
Getting wasted off the best of royal crown
Until the next day, usa government shut down
Strippers cheques bounce, I just shut this bitch down

(HOOK)

(Focus)
50 cap on as I step in the room
Too many drinks, gunna pass out soon
All black on, look like a vicious killer
Paparazzi snapping more than MJ in thriller man
Let me ton it down, let me grab a drink
Haters talking smack, don’t care what they think
Coming with everything, even the kitchen sink
Don’t lie im nice like Bobby Orr when hes on the rink, fucker
Lean back and take another sip
No trouble round me, got a mack 10 on my hip
Dumb bitch talking, but she aint saying shit
Easy like Ryan Miller on a 3 game road trip
Cant blame her, she’s intrigued by my hustle
Cause my pockets always full, and I aint packing muscle
See a man across the room looking like he wanna tustle
Shes a gold digger, bitch has more rings than Bill Russel

(HOOK)

(TMC)
Poor child eating Kraft Dinner and hot dogs
Fab 5 wheeling young bitties and hot moms
Spitting mad flows like Mac on the rest of the beat
Got down bitches, all be wanting the D
Drop the mixtape, getting paper bills like Buffalo
Spend some of the cash on my girl, when I stuff the hoe
Take her across the river, maybe head down to the falls
Shes wet like Marineland, I never miss her calls

(HOOK)