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    [InExplaintro]
    You know we're ‘bout that club life, thug life
    Got this bitch bumping...
    Pocket full of money (we rollin')
    Pocket full of money (we rollin')
    P-p-p-pocket full of money
    You know we're ‘bout that club life, thug life
    Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, club life
    Pocket full of money (we rollin')
    Pocket full of money (we rollin')
    P-p-p-pocket full of money

    [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
    Y'all niggas fake as fuck
    Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up
    I live in a real estate like it's housing
    Life is grand, like a thousand
    Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain
    I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers
    Every bad bitch you see in here is coming with us
    So I suggest you...

    [Verse 2: Joe Budden]
    Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs
    So many bitches 'round I don't even know what to do with them
    Head ain't even fun no more unless there's two of them
    To tell the truth, I think beating it is easy
    So when I say I poppin models, y'all got reasons to believe me
    Keeping it breezy, just me and my Weekend CD
    Wanna fly in for the week and you see me
    Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
    With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast
    Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass

    [Hook]
    You know we're ‘bout that club life, thug life
    Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life
    Pockets full of money (we rollin')
    P-p-pockets full of money (we rollin')
    P-p-pockets full of money
    Park that motherfucker sideways
    Park that motherfucker sideways (we rollin')
    Park that motherfucker sideways
    To let these niggas know you're rolling in some motherfucking shit

    [Verse 3: Crooked I]
    Like A.I. I cross over when I'm near a mic
    I stay fly even though I got a fear of heights
    I aim steady when I'm gunning with one of them nines
    And you ain't ready for a hustler who hugging his grind
    My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy
    Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds
    Like a broke nigga, I ain't got nothing to lose
    But I'm rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes

    [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
    And shawty mouth is under my ooo...
    I can't say that, radio don't play that
    I'm so cool the sun gotta hate that
    But it can never blind me, now where my raise at?
    Yeah, boy, this is payback
    Y'all was hating back in May, so I said "Hey" and bought a Maybach
    The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at
    Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak

    [Hook]

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