Drumma Boy - I'm In This club lyrics

[Verse 1: Project Pat] I ain't playing bout that paper, Serious bout that betty I want that Rarri like mob life, Frank Nitty Disrespect, turn your brains into baked ziti Young n***a, out the window holding that case steady We in the club, V.I.P keep them bottles coming' I got that trap dick she fiend for, keep her coming Louie Vs, all designer, check my shoes ho I got that fish scale swag, that's some good blow I like my money coming fast, but that head slow We on the mollies and that kush, let a n***a know We'll split yo sh**, stomp yo punk a** to the floor Shut this motherf**er down, give em a real show [Chorus: Project Pat] My money long long long, Wells Fargo Plenty whips, big garage that's where my cars go I hustle hard, moving fast like a Lambo I bought my whole squad choppers, b**h I'm Rambo I'm in this club, I'm high as f** Ain't never a motherf**er gonna f** with me (x3) I'm in this club, I'm high as f** Ain't never a motherf**er gonna f** with me (x3) [Verse 2: Nasty Mane] We popping bottles in the club, huh (Mafia!) Smoking green pa**ing mollies to them hoes, huh (Mafia!) We on that Ace, we need bout 20 more Them sparklers on them bottles look like a firework show (Mafia!) We in this b**h, we with yo b**h You a police trying to handcuff her Say i beat the p**y like she stole something That's a metaphor for I f**ed her You mad tho, she glad tho She say I'm the sh**, no toilet bowl I got plenty paper like a toilet roll I got more b**hes than a dog pound So I play the field for a touchdown Pull the dress up, and them panties down Tell her bounce it back like a rebound Act the fool when we fool around That's cold blooded, my heart flooded With ice water and i don't give a f** That pistol on me like a missile homie And i'll shoot that b**h if you n***as jump [Chorus]