Qolorsound - f** Up the Club lyrics

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled] Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music n***a let's toast to it DJ Khaled! [Hook: Future] We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby Yes any time you want to [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Boss 305 on my plates, a n***a still sellin' weight Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls I got all the b**hes, n***a I got all the sauce No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman There is no bigger boss, if so then send ‘em in I'm talkin' numbers, n***a, I've never fumbled, n***a Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, n***a [Hook: Future] We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby Yes, any time you want to [Verse 2: YG] 4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid! Young n***a, young n***a, got a gun, run n***a Painted all the rivers red, this blood sh** stuck with him Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad b**hes, f** 'em all Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs That's photos, that's more dough Maybachs for everybody, n***a, squad goals Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!" Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors West coast, that's my sh**, 4Hunnid, that's my clique Last n***a that beat the p**y up, well, um, that's my b**h I don't give no f**s, I don't give no f**s 40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, n***a, so what? [Hook: Future] We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby Yes any time you want to [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young n***a in a Hellcat GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that Tell the plug they can mail that, young n***a, I'ma sell that Mouth closed, I'll never talk Won't say a word and went to jail that Sauce drippin', I'll f** 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up If it's under a hunnid it don't cost enough Tearin' clubs up like Three Six I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street sh** I be f**in' boss b**hes, they don't need sh** Tell me, where my boss b**hes who don't need sh**? Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones Trap jumpin', yeah the line long All this money got my mind gone All this money got my mind gone [Hook: Future] We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby We just gon' f** up the club, baby, f** up the club, baby Yes any time you want to