"In The Club" lyrics

[Lil Bean:]
(Brutal Money)
Yeah, huh, huh

[Lil Bean (ZayBang):]
Think my last name Thompson, I got rocket in the club
If we ain't got no room, we stuffin' baddies in the trunk, yeah
If Jimbo got them glasses on, it's somethin' in his cup
I told my bitch, "Be mad, but just don't give my pussy up."
Yeah

This bitch sweet like honey buns, on hella shit with Chewy son
They hit "Record", we goin' viral in the booty club
They play your song, nigga, rep your hood, throw it up (Yup)
Could tell it's fat, I can see it pokin' from the front
(Ayy, look), yeah, bop

[ZayBang (Lil Bean):]
My niggas chasin' after Ms, tryna bulletproof a truck
I got rocket on my lap, a goofy nigga think it's tucked
I got fine shit with me, slap me if you see a duck
I ain't givin' niggas nothin', I wouldn't even give a fuck

She see this J on my body, she gon' treat me like I'm rich
I could handle two or three, so, baby, bring another bitch
So much money on the floor, they think we gatekept a glitch
Three thousand for the coat, nah, this jacket ain't from Fitch

So much dick in her mouth, I got her talkin' with a lisp
Twenty thousand off the road and I ain't even take a trip
It's a body on this chop, they put tape up on the grip
Had his bitch up in the Bnb, that nigga had a 'fit
(Yeah, huh, huh)

[Lil Bean (22nd Jim):]
Think my last name Thompson, I got rocket in the club
If we ain't got no room, we stuffin' baddies in the trunk, yeah
If Jimbo got them glasses on, it's somethin' in his cup
I told my bitch, "Be mad, but just don't give my pussy up."
Yeah

This bitch sweet like honey buns, on hella shit with Chewy son
They hit "Record", we goin' viral in the booty club
They play your song, nigga, rep your hood, throw it up
Could tell it's fat, I can see it pokin' from the front
(Yeah), yeah, bop

[22nd Jim {Lil Bean}:]
And the way we ran it up, this shit was everything but luck
One hundred, two hundred thousand, that shit wasn't enough
Ain't gotta argue on the 'net because I know I can get you touched (Hrr)
Back-to-back in sleeves, when we pull up, they know it's us
And this cup I'm sippin' so vicious, this bitch I got is heaven-sent
Take my cup and you get stuck 'cause you gon' taste nothin' but medicine
I ain't goin' back and forth with no bitch nigga that I'm better than
My bitch is wetter than
1 Umbrella, who do it better than?

Got this shit on lock, I know these niggas, they can't stand it
Diamonds dancin' (Yeah), in the field, I'm takin' chances (Go)
All my bitches bad, they should join a beauty pageant (Yeah)
Hidden Hills, fifty bitches in a mansion
{Yeah, huh, huh, okay}

[Lil Bean:]
Think my last name Thompson, I got rocket in the club
If we ain't got no room, we stuffin' baddies in the trunk, yeah
If Jimbo got them glasses on, it's somethin' in his cup
I told my bitch, "Be mad, but just don't give my pussy up."
Yeah

This bitch sweet like honey buns, on hella shit with Chewy son
They hit "Record", we goin' viral in the booty club
They play your song, nigga, rep your hood, throw it up
Could tell it's fat, I can see it pokin' from the front, yeah, bop