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Yeah! that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade, and it's toast music
let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your crew
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you to

305 on my plates, a nigga still weight
tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles
menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a
There is no boss, if so then send 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it I want it, nigga

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
And you better bring your crew
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run
Painted all the red, this blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the
That's photos, that's more
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, goals
Flex on 'em, like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four
coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my
I give no fucks, I don't give no fucks
40 bands, blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?

We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, nigga, I'ma sell that
Mouth closed, I'll talk
Won't say a and went to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If it's under a it don't cost enough
clubs up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that street shit
I be boss bitches, they don't need shit
Tell me, my boss bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, these diamonds, not
Trap jumpin', yeah the line
All this money got my mind
All this got my mind gone

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
Yes any time you to