"Club To The Crib" lyrics

What it do? What it is, love?
By the way, they call me Gudda Gudda
I'm the man of the year, no need for you to deal with other suckas
I got my money right, stacks up in the Gucci bag
First class flights, no coach, buy you Louis bags for you like a baby
You can be my lady, or be my other half
Let's go half on a baby
You looking like perfection, only God could've made you
My homies say I'm tripping, when we tripping to Jamaica
Somewhere on the beach, where me and you can freak
For hours at a time, make your knees weak
I'ma make you love me, place nothing above me
We looking good together, in the bed it get ugly

Got Patrone in my cup, [?]
Spending money in the club, like I just don't care
Oo, I seen this lady, she should have my baby
DJ, slow it down, we gon' [?] to my Mercedes
It's 1:45, and I know [?] live
Pass the keys to my man, 'cause I ain't gon' drive
Me and you in the backseat, sweating like some athletes
Feeling on your body, yeah
From the club to the crib, this is what it is
DJ, slow it down, we gon' end it like this
[?] the ladies
'Cause I'm looking for someone to have my baby