Players Club Lyrics by Slim Jxmmi
[Intro]
Check me out
[Verse 1]
My money right, s–t I play with the extra
Im on my s–t I don’t stress much
Im too ahead they can’t catch up
I looked at her purse, it was Louis Vuitton
She keep her hair and nails done
Im in a space car, I got a radar
They throwing shade and im gone make them hate more
I got a purpose, I got a reason
I pay my (?) when I f–k with the strippers
I hit the studio in gucci slippers
I hit the mall and ball at every vender
Hustle like im the number one contender “Yuh”
Make it hard for pretenders “Yuh”
I got too much sauce for one n—a
What it cost, s–t I don’t remember
[Hook/Chorus]
Aye
Ima go f–k wit the strippers tonight (x3)
Ima go f–k wit the strippers
Ima go f–k wit the strippers tonight (x3)
Ima go f–k wit the strippers
[Verse 2]
I can’t be standing, I got no patience
I’m poppin bottles when I’m up in Aces
F–k the police I ain’t giving no statement
Shout out to the grind, the come up amazing
Use to have lint in my pocket “Yeah”
So I went out and got the big body “Yeah”
Mississippi license plate “ugh”, when I park valet
Aye, ima go f–k wit the strippers tonight
Fresh off the plane and the temperature right
Im in Atlanta where go getters get it
You wanna play, you better get you a ticket
Shawty so bad woulda thought she was Nicki
Shawty so bad got these broke n—-s tipping
Say she in college, her lifestyle expensive
Can’t even tell she making some millions
[Hook/Chorus]
Aye
Ima go f–k wit the strippers tonight (x3)
Ima go f–k wit the strippers
Ima go f–k wit the strippers tonight (x3)
Ima go f–k wit the strippers
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