Strip Club King

Cash, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Turn Up, Ima Eat It Like A Snack
A couple bands in my pocket,I'm just tryna make it rain, don't compare me to yo nigga
Cause I heard that nigga lame, he throwing 1's
I'm throwing blues baby we are not the same
Got a nigga mesmerized throwing money at yo frame

A couple bands in my pocket,I'm just tryna make it rain, don't compare me to yo nigga
Cause I heard that nigga lame, he throwing 1's
I'm throwing blues baby we are not the same
Got a nigga mesmerized throwing money at yo frame

Cash cash cash bitch, and I get ah bag bitch, dump it on yo ass bitch
You gotta shake that ass bitch
Turn up for a check, make niggas break they neck
I can't believe that ass so fat, ima eat it like a snack
Ima beat it like Mike Jack, I see the way you chase my sack
You can catch me in the back, throwing money at some gnats
Me and the gang it's BMG, the fucking strip club is my trap
Bounce that ass and make it clap, hit ah lick I'll be right back
Ima strip club king, all the bitches know me, fuck You and yo homies
Pop ah x I'm rolling, but I'm steady throwing, mama raised ah Og
If I'm a bitch then show me, just watch me ball like Kobe



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Writer(s): Fredrick Thomas
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