CLUB! Lyrics

Fresh to death in this plain white tee

Imma bucket, fuck it: feel like Curry with three

We finna get to Law and Order; sipping Iced Tea (Ice-T)

Im gettin lit in da club why you tryna fight me?

Stretch it, stretch it, stretch ya arms just like Rayman

If you cant go to work baby you cannot hang then

KOTO, motherfucka playin hangman

If she think she picture perfect she aint even in the frame man

Bitch is squeaky clean like she walked up out the tub

That bitch is not my lady man these hoes cant get enough

I make that money flip, money flip, the price aint adding up

And baby imma flirt, Im not tryna fall in love

Twerk! Werk! Werk!

Tell me what's the word?!

(Werk Werk Werk!)

They be flocking like. a bird

(Werk! Werk! Werk!)

And my vision getting blurred

(Werk! Werk! Werk!)

Ay *Whew*

They way you move it baby girl you a ten

I'm tryna take you back to my place where it ends

You can go and call one up, baby girl I got a friend

Silly swag, silly swag! They fuck with the trend

Look, let's keep it real you not my girl let's not pretend

My vision blurred, speech is slurred can't right through the tent

Went and got this shit to work, now im counting dividends

Hit a milli back to back, should've never let me in

(Guess I never gave damn when I walk inside the club

I never gave a damn when I walk inside the club

Never gave a fuck when I walk inside the club

Watch me hit my dance when I walk inside the club

Baby go to work when they see me in the club

Baby hit the dance when they see me in the club

Throw it back, twerk, when I walk inside the club

Baby hit that dance when I walk inside the club)