Strip Club – Old Skool
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Strip Club

IntroOld Skool

Pull up at a strip club
Oh yeah

Verse 1Old Skool

Pull up at a strip club then I throw all these bands
Yo’ baby mama lookin’ at me ‘cause she like the way I dance [damn
Amin pullin’ up and he ridin’ in a Lamb'
Franchise in the backseat throwin’ bands
Yo’ nigga broke, every night we woke
Got my bitches on coke, no more sellin’ dope [no dope
Now we rich [yeah
Hang a nigga if he tryna snitch [you a bitch]

ChorusOld Skool

I'm at the strip club, bitches shakin' ass [shake
I'm on a plane and you know it's first class
Ain't no stoppin' [no], gotta hit the gas [hit it
Bitches love it when I throw money on they ass
I'm at the strip club, bitches shakin' ass [ass
I'm on a plane and you know it's first class [fly
Ain't no stoppin', gotta hit the gas [gas
Look at my wrist, go blind, 'cause it's glass

Verse 2Old Skool, a$ko

Neighbors used to hate on me ‘cause I never gave up, I was tryna get the cake [get the cake
Gotta keep a 30 on me ‘cause these niggas actin’ up, man, all your jewelry fake [fugazi
I got so much money I use rakes [cash
She gotta be boujee and she gotta bring a friend, that’s all it takes
Go to Brazil for a vacation
Play with my hoes like a PlayStation
I used to wait on the bus station [bus
Dropped out of school, no graduation
They never knew how to say congratulations
14 bitches, and they all asian [all
Gotta give her some money
She dancin' on the floor, goin' wild, goin' dummy [dumb
Nigga tryna flex it's both sad and funny
Bitch just hopped on the dick like a bunny [hop
Just hopped on the dick like a rabbit
Everyday I count money, it's a habit [habit
I heard he playin' round, put him in a casket [dead
Fuck her then she disappear, magic [whoa
When we drop this people gon' call it a classic
I'm not Ralph, but I wreck it [wreck it
Three thousand on my new jacket [new jacket
Walk in the mall I gotta spend it [spend it]

ChorusOld Skool

I'm at the strip club, bitches shakin' ass [shake
I'm on a plane and you know it's first class
Ain't no stoppin' [no], gotta hit the gas [hit it
Bitches love it when I throw money on they ass
I'm at the strip club, bitches shakin' ass [ass
I'm on a plane and you know it's first class [fly
Ain't no stoppin', gotta hit the gas [gas
Look at my wrist, go blind, 'cause it's glass

Verse 3a$ko

Audemars Piguet, when I flex, you go blind [flex
I ain't got no type all my bitches be fine [fine
Mladi Amin and Franchise, my slimes [slatt
We not cool, nigga, we are not kind
Came out the streets now my pockets real sore [racks
Now I feel like Baby 'cause I'm throwin up a four [Baby
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I got butterfly doors
Get me two cups and just pour me up a four [Act
Now it's my time, shit just got real [real
Jumped off a jet and signed a new deal [racks
Party at the strip club and I'm poppin' all seals [pop 'em
Shorty so bad, she wants to pop another pill [pop it
Pray for my niggas in the cell [in a cell
Keep it out the streets, ain't goin' to jail [no no
Hundred bitches at the strip club [what?
Fuck 12, ain't no seatbelt [fuck 12]

ChorusOld Skool

I'm at the strip club, bitches shakin' ass [shake
I'm on a plane and you know it's first class
Ain't no stoppin' [no], gotta hit the gas [hit it
Bitches love it when I throw money on they ass
I'm at the strip club, bitches shakin' ass [ass
I'm on a plane and you know it's first class [fly
Ain't no stoppin', gotta hit the gas [gas
Look at my wrist, go blind, 'cause it's glass

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