Strings - Um lyrics

[Swizz](Strings) Uh Where the club at? Uh, uh where the club at? Swizz Beats, Strings Uh Where the club at? Ruff Ryders [Strings] How come? n***as constantly fronting Mouths wide open but they ain't saying nothing Y'all dumb, b**hes sound pitiful Unoriginal, think your sh** is critical Now run, for cover when my joint come on Don't need a crew b**h I hold my own Y'all bums, get out, my sh** out, I burn your crib out With the hotness that's spinning Want some? Give it and get it right back 200 four, put a whole in your soul Gun, gun in my hip, pistol pump grip Trigger finger slip then you slip back a dip Da bums dirty, gritty, low down Telling me to slow down, bust four more rounds Da club bouncing up and down and Looking all around at n***as straight clownin' Make money is what I do best and Y'all n***as schemin', you better where vest then STRINGS n***as that's my name and When I go platinum you know I'm to blame and And partna what'cha saying, nothing really right? Y'all broads steady talking, your sh** ain't really tight I'm driving you off, something ain't right My wrists all flooded, bank account cluttered For all you motherf**ers wonderin' I stay bu*tered Y'all n***as take too long to come, I'm done I'm turning the page, I ain't got no time for games I'm grown and I got a child your age Make it a million degrees in this motherf**er Try to catch your breath And I got the joint hoppin' from the top to the left Lyrical crack, too much will rock ya to d**h In the studio makin' hits, while you failing whole sets Any way we move you gon' get your palms wet A beautiful but deadly MC is on the M-I-C Prepare for your d**h, S-T-R-I-N-G-S, ghetto fabulous I'mma platinum Rolley, and you ain't worth my time I'mma silver dollar, you b**hes just dimes If you don't have cla**, before you have cash You might never get it, you can't buy b**h you born wit' it, so go on wit' it Cause you gon go get it, cause I done sh**ted Either you wit' it or forget it, y'all n***as just plain did it So quit it n***a