Mafia Club

Go, All eyes On me. Go, go, shorty. It, go, it, it, It, We gonna party like it's your birthday. We gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a f-if It's your birthday. You can find me in the club, bottle Mami, I got what you need need to feel buzz. I'm Into Havin' Sex, I ain't into makin' me in the club, Bottle I got what you need to feel the Buzz. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' Me a hug if you into gettin' I, Bet you got a grip that you don't know Who to trust. So many player hatin' niggas tryin' To sound like us. Say they ready for the Funk, but I don't think they know. Straight to the depths of hell is where. The game's sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade. Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies. Depend on me like the first and fifteenths. Might want me for a second, but they won't Get me. In the hoods and the ladies say, "50, you Hot." They like New York women love me like They love Pop. But holla New York, the niggas'll Tell you I'm loco. And the plan is to Put the rap in a chokehold. I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind. Got a mill' I can peel and I'm still On the grind. Shorty said she feelin' style, She feelin' my flow. Her girlfriend with her, They and they ready to go. find me in The club, Mami, I got what you need to Feel I'm havin' sex, a hug if into gettin' You find the club, bottle full of bub'. Mami, got need need havin' sex, I ain't love. So you into Gettin' Rubbed. My flow, my show brought me the dough. That bought me all my fancy things. My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels. Look, homie, I done came up and I ain't Changed. And you should love it, ooh, way more Than you hate it. Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it. I'm the cat by the bar toasting to the Good life. You moved out the hood and now You tryna pull me back? Aight. When I talk, they get to pumpin' in the Club. I ain't heard of no prenup, so I'm With my ice chick. Just smash and I'm gone, get the roof on Fire, man. Just let it burn. If you talkin' 'bout money, homie, uh, I ain't Concerned. I'ma tell you what Banks told me. Go ahead, switch the style up. And they hate, then let 'em hate and watch The money pile up. brick could go upside your Head with a bottle of bub', come on. Can find me in the club, bottle full of Bub'. Mami, I got what you need if you Need to feel the buzz. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug if you into Gettin' rubbed. You can find me in the club, Bottle full of bub'. I got what you need If you need to feel the buzz. I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love. So come give me a hug if you Into Gettin' rubbed. All eyes on me. Go, go, eyes on me. All eyes on me. All eyes on