| It was 9:03, '92 date of birth right
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| Handed him my ID, hope that he don’t look twice
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| Wait, he pat me down, he let me in
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| They playing cashing out, so now I’m cashing in
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| All I see is titties, tens, twenties and fifties
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| Every stripper up in this city and they steady tryna come get me
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| So I sit down, main stage, Peach Ciroc, OJ
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| Dollar bills stacked up, hoe’s lined up like it’s pay day
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| It’s crazy, real talk cause I swear it’s my first time at a strip club
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| And I’m fucked up, she looking at me like yeah I’m lying
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| She say do you want a dance, I say what you waiting for?
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| Now she saying follow me, I see the sign on the door
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| Champagne room, now I know it’s going down
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| Now she want me on the couch, right before she turned around
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| Pop it, pop it and I don’t want her to stop it
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| But I can see that she focused on tryna get in my pocket
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| So I pull out the bank roll and spend, spend, spend
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| She say money make her cum, so I tell her come again
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| And now I’m back at the main stage, getting my mind right
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| My homies asking me what was it like? |
| I say
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| The leather soft, her ass so soft
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| Panties in the way, so I tell her take 'em off
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| And I’m like oh my God
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| Cause I go so hard
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| The leather soft, her ass so soft
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| Panties in the way, so I tell her take 'em off
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| And I’m like oh my God
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| Cause I go so hard |