Fuck Up the Club (feat. Future, Rick Ross, YG & Yo Gotti)
[Future & DJ Khaled：] Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music Nigga let's toast to it DJ Khaled!
[Future:] We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to
[Rick Ross:] Boss 305 on my plates, a nigga 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 bitches, nigga 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, sip slow, this cinnamon I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
[Future & YG:] We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes, any time you want to 4hunnid! 4hunnid, hunnid!
[YG:] Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, right nigga Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs That's photos, that's more dough Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals Flex on 'em, they're like, 'Uh oh!' Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors West coast, that's my shit, 4hunnid, that's my clique Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch I don't give no fucks I don't give no fucks 40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?
[Future:] We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to
[Yo Gotti:] Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'm a sell that Mouth closed, I'll never talk, won't say a word and went to jail that Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up 40 on me 'til I cough it up Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up If it's not a hunnid it don't cost enough Tearin' clubs up like Three Six I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street shit I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need shit Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit? Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones Trap jumpin', yeah the line long All this money, got my mag on All this money, got my mag on
[Future:] We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to