(Juicy J)
Hey, hey, hit it
Drippin' off my fingertips
Tell me how you like that shit
I'ma let you get off quick
Once I get inside, that's it, ooh-oh
I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up
Your boy Juicy J, mane, let's get it
Ay, let's go
Tore the club up, then I shot your club up
I might love her, I ain't use no ɾubber
She said, "Don't worry 'bout that shit, you [A7know I'm safe" (yeah ho)
I said, "Don't matter anyway, bitch, it's too late"
(Bitch it's too late, uh)
Throwback is a never, I know, I know better
Let her get on [C7]top, she came all [Em]on [C7]my [A]Gucci sweater
Hope this not a set up, she just want some feta
Let her get me for [Dm7]my [A]dough, no, I can't go, never
Million [C7]dollar nuts all [Em]up in her guts
Let's shoot a movie, cut, these hoes I cannot tɾust
Different diamond cuts, these chains all [Em]tangled up
Is it love or lust? I think I'm finna bust
I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up
Bet you [A7think I was [Am7]gon' pull up like [F]that, full pimp
(I'ma shoot the club up) Drip, drip
No smiles (shoot the club)
I'ma shoot the club up
