"At The Club" lyrics

Bankroll Got It

The way I came in the club ain't the way I'ma leave
I'm the boss, baby, all you hoes' shots on me
Baby girl right there thicker than some nacho cheese
If she ain't a bad bitch, then she not my speed

She had came with her friend, but she left in the Uber
She excited, she ain't never been around no shooters
So much ice in the chain, this must make you cooler
My money long, I'm like, "Baby, come pull out your ruler"

Let me see you stand still and make that ass keep movin'
All that ass at the back, you look just like a trooper
If he ain't talkin' 'bout the money, tell the DJ to mute it
I be talkin' 'bout the money, so they playin' my music

Hey, it sound like birthday, yellin', "Long Live Scarr"
I keep it on me while I'm rappin', it is not in the car
All the bitches in the building bad, buy out the bar
And it's a Friday, we gon' come and do the same thing tomorrow

It's a Saturday and we still in the place
She a dime in the face and a ten in the waist
It's thirty minutes past eight and we ain't ready to skate
Been throwin' money all day, they done brought out the rakes

She wanna eat the dick up, grab you a plate
She ain't never met a real nigga, see how it tastes
Money all over the floor, you don't see nothin' but faces
We poppin' bottles by the case, I told 'em, "Bring out the crates"

The way I came in the club ain't the way I'ma leave
I'm the boss, baby, all you hoes' shots on me
Baby girl right there thicker than some nacho cheese
If she ain't a bad bitch, then she not my speed

She had came with her friend, but she left in the Uber
She excited, she ain't never been around no shooters
So much ice in the chain, this must make you cooler
My money long, I'm like, "Baby, come pull out your ruler"