[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music
Nigga let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!
[Chorus: Future]
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Boss
305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellos at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, if so then send ‘em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music
Nigga let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!
[Chorus: Future]
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Boss
305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellos at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, if so then send ‘em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
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