Shut the Club Down - Girl Talk

One, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one

Whooo-eee!

(Hey, hey you!)

Ain’t nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down

Walk through the club me and mug haters down

Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen

Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet

They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?

I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets

My name’s Ramone and you can spell it when I step in your room

Take VI, Chevy go zoom

I hit the club with a mug so mean

Got them niggas like who the fuck is that

Then I hopped up out the car so clean

Got them niggas like who the fuck is that

I’m like right, left, back, forth

Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course

Hit the stage with a b-boy stance

The club owner like who the fuck is that

Hey, hey, you, you (Get it quick, wanna jack)

No way, no way (No slack)

Hey, hey, you, you

(Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack)

Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac

Took it to the chop shop, got the damn top dropped

Two colored flip flopped, candy red lollipop

There’s hoes in the parking lot but i still got my Glock cocked

New money motherfucker don’t you see the big knot

Don’t you see the big chain, don’t you see the big rims

Wonder who they hatin' on lately?

Baby it’s him

Candy paint, gator skin seats call me Dundee

Pope in your hood I’m the one that you wanna be

Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83

Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it’s me

Rich Boy sellin' crack, fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight no slack, just bought a Cadillac

(THROW SOME D’S ON THAT BITCH!) Just bought a Cadillac

(THROW SOME D’S ON THAT BITCH!) Just bought a Cadillac

Rich boy sellin' crack, wanna jack

No slack, sellin' crack

Wanna jack, no slack

What up, lil mama, it’s ya boy Youngin

G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)

Gotta love it, ya boy so fly

All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by

Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh

She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi

That’s right, so I let her kiss the prince

So boyfriend, she ain’t missed him since

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

With a little bit of gold and a pager

(We don’t give a fuck)

With a little bit of gold and a pager

(We don’t give a fuck)

(Hey!)