[Chorus: Joe Budden]
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
When I roll to the club, know I keep a good mack for newbies
[?] hoopty
And dog I can say that, don't got a Maybach
I could buy a Maybach, or however it is you say that
See I could fool her with the bling and the car
Pop in a few mixtapes to make her think I'm a star
But na, you dealing with a [?] that's real
Get up outa here with that blocky ass [?]
She aproach me with her hair all did
[?] like I don't know what airbrush is
I'm confused, you came in the club with straight Prada
You ask for [?] that cost me $8
[?] can tell by the way you face us
[?]
Told her to cop the babyfat leather, her response was she ain't got children
Asked where I live, but she was too ancie
I'm in the townhouse, [?] family
I beg your parden
Thought I was talking about plans when I said I got seats at the garden
She's sprung, and she be taking XO right
Probably why she's talking about her ex all night
Look mommy, I just came to party
And I only came out to leave with somebody
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
When I roll to the club, know I keep a good mack for newbies
[?] hoopty
And dog I can say that, don't got a Maybach
I could buy a Maybach, or however it is you say that
See I could fool her with the bling and the car
Pop in a few mixtapes to make her think I'm a star
But na, you dealing with a [?] that's real
Get up outa here with that blocky ass [?]
She aproach me with her hair all did
[?] like I don't know what airbrush is
I'm confused, you came in the club with straight Prada
You ask for [?] that cost me $8
[?] can tell by the way you face us
[?]
Told her to cop the babyfat leather, her response was she ain't got children
Asked where I live, but she was too ancie
I'm in the townhouse, [?] family
I beg your parden
Thought I was talking about plans when I said I got seats at the garden
She's sprung, and she be taking XO right
Probably why she's talking about her ex all night
Look mommy, I just came to party
And I only came out to leave with somebody
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