the driver opens the door... and i step out/
we don't get to the club... til' it let out/
she tryna get in... so we can be out/
but 1nce she gets in, she puts out/
Stevie wonder, ray Charles could see what we bout/
I'm tryna get that Gwen Stefani... no doubt/
u know i got friends wit money... no doubt/
we closed the store early cuz we sold out/
ya girl keep more than my name on her wet mouth/
& its ace of spade or nothing, so pour that moet out/
VIP club likwit they dancing on the couch/
she keep the condoms in her coach, i got the cameras @ the house/
i read her mind like a verse, she grab her purse so we bounce/
the pants & panties come off 1st, & rip Thur the bra & blouse/
u know my friends get money, that's more than the law allows/
we throw the money in the air, them Benji's fall into a pile/
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