Lyrics Strip Club - Boo Rossini, Boston George

Strip Club

I met her at the strip club
Popping band, that ain’t nothing to us
We flexin' and we turned up
We got that drink and we pouring it up
That money got these hoes want me
That check got these hoes on me
These niggas out here tryna clone me
Like, this just what we do
This a dope boy party, like who the fuck invite you?
I met her at the strip club
And now this bitch back in my room
I heard she set some niggas up
Ain’t got no business fucking with you
But I don’t knock what the bitch do
Cause I hit a few licks too
When the light’s off and the rents due
Collect call, can’t get through
I don’t wanna hear what you’ve been through
Bitch, you got too many issues
Know a hundred bitches just like you
And I
I met her at the strip club
Popping band, that ain’t nothing to us
We flexin' and we turned up
We got that drink and we pouring it up
That money got these hoes want me
That check got these hoes on me
These niggas out here tryna clone me
Like, this just what we do
This a dope boy party, like who the fuck invite you?
I met her up in club dreams
She tried to sell a nigga a drink
I looked at her like bitch please
I got that check, hoe, you coming with me
I done seen her in this state a million times
Made that money a million times
Fucked it off a million times
She in the club dreams tryna get hers
I’m in the trap tryna get mine
Somebody tell Malaya I’m looking for her
Fuck her all day for bed time
I met her at the strip club
Popping band, that ain’t nothing to us
We flexin' and we turned up
We got that drink and we pouring it up
That money got these hoes want me
That check got these hoes on me
These niggas out here tryna clone me
Like, this just what we do
This a dope boy party, like who the fuck invite you?
I met her at the strip club, popping that ass on me
She asked me did I sell drugs
I’m looking like a half of key
I’m like hoe why you all in my kitchen?
I mean all in my business
That molly got the hoe tripping
Got two hoes in here flipping
Double cup and we sipping
We blow our money, we ain’t tripping
Got that dope money with no limit
I met her at the strip club
Popping band, that ain’t nothing to us
We flexin' and we turned up
We got that drink and we pouring it up
That money got these hoes want me
That check got these hoes on me
These niggas out here tryna clone me
Like, this just what we do
This a dope boy party, like who the fuck invite you?