Went about looking in the club
But you ain’t in my section, put your cup in
You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us
You taking up space, make room for the hoes
So many bros, make room for the hoes
I’m looking good but I’m feeling aggy
Broke niggas coming to harass me
If it ain’t about no money don’t say shit
If you a fan of showing love, that’s basics
You ain’t ‘bout my album but you hang with
Me and my people that I came with
Big riders be the type that don’t bang you
Smack you in the face that your chain quit, yo
Who the fuck gonna let the babes over?
Take your bitch from you till your date’s over
She looking at me like I’m doing it up
She looking at you like is it cool if I fuck
And now she doing my thing
Went about looking in the club
But you ain’t in my section, put your cup in
You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us
You taking up space, make room for the hoes
So many bros, make room for the hoes
VIP, me and BSB know the mile
Get money, get bitches, get niggas hollow
Could’ve shot a movie called Pac and we did not, though
You ask me for a drink while I’m sipping out the bottle?
Fuck is on your mind, nigga, you a man kisser?
You know we in the club, right, you know they sell liquor?
You the type that wanna play the couch looking chill
Then you looking in your phone when they come with the bill
Gold diggers looking for a come up of sorts
But when they digging me they just come up short
Except for the long stroke, fur for my long coat
Bro wage your plan with the green off coat
Put my cellphone, for my city I put on
I ain’t that nigga, all these other niggas false hopes
Hottest in these streets and they know it
I don’t run from it, I relish in the moment
Went about looking in the club
But you ain’t in my section, put your cup in
You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us
You taking up space, make room for the hoes
So many bros, make room for the hoes
