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Have you ever heard the club reserve be happy
Ice buckets on the table, Shawnee drinks on me
Have you ever hit the club with six, six, six bottles of Modesky for 150
Have you ever been late night trying to get laid
Right started with a bottle ended with a Model A
Now you ever been to Miami, Shattown, Aintown, New York, L.A.
Deeper than a bank, hey
Have I ever though stated the booty
That shook, shook by the visible bummy
Cause you know the way I came up
Wish whips out of chains, tough girls out of Maine
Popping bottles in the club, that money don't make us
Break us, take us down
Ask you just who to pound
On that granddaddy, Kirk got my ass like L
And I know I'm in the net, but my mind's out of town
And I hate the beating, that's breaking all the bad news
We here, front line, a-k-a, y'all lose small moves
Have you ever been inside a ladies boot
Italy, continental, land jet lag
Money through the wire, seein' higher than you ever see
I am definition, I can show you how to ship and link
What I mean, shorty, I can take you to the ocean side
Miami, L.A.
Tell me, do you want a ride on Shattown bound
Get a minute, then I'll break them down
Have I ever been here, get up out my face class
When the hair blephacenum, meet me in the center
Six models, plus bottles, y'all go figure
Have you ever hit the club as her VIP
Ice buckets on the table, shawty drinks on me
Have you ever hit the club with six, six, six, six bottles of mode
That's each for one-fifthin'
Have you ever been late night, tryin' to get laid right
Startin' with a bottle, winnin' with a model late night
Have you ever been in Miami, Shattown, A-town
New York, L.A., even in the breakin'
Have you ever been a big spender, big tipper, big ripper
Head to the light, got the drop in some house slippers
King-tuck type style, cheetah, ice madhouse
Open up the gates, float the city
Then we shut it down, feelin' real bossy
Me, Kalista, bossy
Fifteen hundred dollar cars, haters get them off me
Vision can't see, your only thing I see is money
Have you ever had the feeling, call blowin' money
Would you judge me, if you tellin' me how I should be
Better love me, you won't see I see get ugly
Friendly type, though I never was inside to make friends
But a friend, rather had married, nobody cropped
Only wants to really get me out when I'm back against the wall
But I'm back gettin' involved with these late nights
And cheap tricks, promised to get myself together
My mama, I swear, but it's till then
Have you ever hit the club, it's her VIP
Ice buckets on the table, shawty drinks on me
Have you ever hit the club with six Sussex
Sussex bottles of mode, that's even 150
Have you ever been late night, tryin' to get laid right
Started with a bottle ended with a model late night
You ever been to Miami, Shattown, A-town
New York L.A., even in a break
