F#%k 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, if so then send 'em in

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, run 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 under 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