Love at the Club

Duration

3:13

Lyrics

Verse: Hol' up Who got the blunts and the trees rolled up? Tryna make my brain and my heart slow up Smoke fo' I drink so I can't throw up We all fly here, we all fly here so it's kinda like a bunch of planes showed up Grown ass man? Grown ass man Class over swag, niggas can't grow up Po' up, glass in place My track put her ass in shape Haters always talkin' bout "that shit kray, why don't shit pop off when we pop rose'?" She likes what she sees when she sees this guy Tell her girls she wanna meet this guy Can't figure out why he's so fly Wanna take that flight, wanna be his sky She come up start askin me shit Talkin in my hear on some passionate shit I ain't tryna be who your last nigga is But I'm tryna do what your last nigga did - "smash" But I know you only in it for the cash Baby girl you better let it burn - ash Stuck on swag? then take my class Aim for the "D" then pass Lookin at me like she hate that shit At a club lookin for relationships Put your mask on and face that shit You can't find love at the club If you wit it then you wit it but if not we can forget it cause I'm Aiyyo in this bizzitch and I only rep my city "L.A." Hook: You know what I wanna do but you can't talk love with me tho I'ma tell you what I'm gonna do prolly leave here with one of these freaks tho Wit that bomb figure and plus she digs him tuggin on the arm can you blame that nigga You ain't my bitch but on my dick She ain't gone trip, she knows what it is Verse: Hol' up Roll the red carpet when your boy show up Pull to the front and the doors go up Step out the whip and they all go nuts "Aiyyo" Say my name I ball hard, can't play my game Bitches all like "he ain't no thang" But the same bitches here tryna hang like chain "So what?" - "Who dat?" Shut down the club, make your whole crew mad Ain't an Outkast so fresh so clean? Shirt to the jeans, jeans to the hat She like my style (she likes my style?) Eyes on my stacks, how she like my smile? Mouth on the bitch just don't sum up Scratchin my head like what the fuck? She cold my nigga Shovel out looking for gold my nigga Everything she want I own my nigga Yeah she know for the stacks I'm so go getter Dolla sign eyes, stuck on her face Play that field, run that base Tryna get dugout, ain't gone get him Pitch her game, I throw no hittas Yeah, I throw no hittas Cologne so sweet, she's so damn bitter She's all for the rocks and the gold, go figure no Kanye, no Hov, no Jigga I know you wit it but my dough you ain't gone get it Cause I made it with my niggas now we get repped by our city "L.A." Hook: I know that you want to but you're only here for the cee notes You can do what you wanna do but you ain't leavin here with me tho She gone try get him Be on his figures All in the grill like she know this nigga You ain't my bitch but on my dick She ain't gone trip, she knows what it is