Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strip Club, artist - Rico Love. Album song Discrete Luxury, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Division1, Interscope
Song language: English
Strip Club |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
I’d invite everybody |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
And have all those women round me |
Dime piece she from Memphis |
Jay blaze be in H town |
My girl Dior, she don’t dance no more |
But she cool as fuck cause she stay down |
I should send the G5 to DC |
Fill it up with them girls from the stadium |
Cause D town like British |
And I’m sure it’s some shit she can say to him |
You got reds, You got Lisha, |
Caliente, Trisha |
And I don’t think I know her stage name |
But the bitch so bad you might kiss her |
What about that A town |
Magic City, OG |
I spent so many hundreds (all them bitches know me) |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
I’d invite everybody |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
And have all those women round me |
Remy Red be in KOD |
And she be climbing up that pole |
Plus her ass so swoll |
Can’t forget just Britney |
I seen a nigga spend 60 |
But he still ain’t get that number |
Gave her his and said «you gon hit me?"(nope) |
You got liquid, You got bird |
They don’t buy bags, they don’t buy furs |
They just stack they money high |
They both got houses in the burbs |
Can’t forget Jaz |
Even though we be beefing |
But I’m a get bout 20 racks |
Spend it on her this weekend |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
I’d invite everybody |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
And have all those women round me |
Damn I miss that jazzy tease |
Damn I miss Club Nikki’s |
I was 17 at the blue flame |
Up in the gentleman’s club getting tipsy |
Damn I miss white chocolate |
Anybody seen Sugar? |
If I was having money back then |
Swear to God I’d have took her |
Nah nah, Irene the dream |
I see them turn rich niggas into fiends |
I hit boy toy when I was 20 |
She told a young nigga |
Whole lot of themes |
Made a nigga wanna get rich |
And on nights like this |
I sit in my hotel room |
And I reminisce |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
I’d invite everybody |
Wish I could turn my hotel into a strip club |
And have all those women round me |