Yeah, tryna figure out this scam
To get my money off this card and get my pockets out this jam
My last three bows was intercepted, didn't land, and I'm like, damn
And now I'm in the club, tryna come up with a plan
I know I probably shouldn't, but I'm still gon' blow a band
Strippers be concerned about me, act like they my friends
But I know they just want they cut from me like Uncle Sam
I came in for some peace, mac and cheese and a lamb
Let's go
A booth facing in the door, I pay extra for her privacy
20s for a dance, but I pay extra for her honesty
I buckle my pants, cause she don't care about they policy
She know that I'm gon' be somebody, seen it like a prophecy
Headphones in the VIP, I told her just to vibe with me
Listen to this track, tell me what you think
Tell me if it slaps, tell me if it stink
Do I have some ways to go or am I on the brink
Do you think that you can dance to this like Mercedes at the pink
Do you think hustlers gon' jam to this and hoes gon' wanna link
As I play her one more song and then I order two more drinks
Feel like I'm living in a dream
For the last two weeks, I've been on Strip Club Cuisine
I did fraud, ain't serve no fiends
But I keep talking bout a brick, they tryna find out what it mean
I think I'm too good at this, might make it out the hood
With this dog, I'd die if I could for this
Bae, I know you don't ever go both ways
But bae you should for this, it's plenty women who would for this
ABUFVDED - sTRip CluB CUisiNE (feat. codename blanco) Lyrics
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Yeah, tryna figure out this scam
To get my money off this card and get my pockets out this jam
My last three bows was intercepted, didn't land, and I'm like, damn
And now I'm in the club, tryna come up with a plan
I know I probably shouldn't, but I'm still gon' blow a band
Strippers be concerned about me, act like they my friends
But I know they just want they cut from me like Uncle Sam
I came in for some peace, mac and cheese and a lamb
Let's go
A booth facing in the door, I pay extra for her privacy
20s for a dance, but I pay extra for her honesty
I buckle my pants, cause she don't care about they policy
She know that I'm gon' be somebody, seen it like a prophecy
Headphones in the VIP, I told her just to vibe with me
Listen to this track, tell me what you think
Tell me if it slaps, tell me if it stink
Do I have some ways to go or am I on the brink
Do you think that you can dance to this like Mercedes at the pink
Do you think hustlers gon' jam to this and hoes gon' wanna link
As I play her one more song and then I order two more drinks
Feel like I'm living in a dream
For the last two weeks, I've been on Strip Club Cuisine
I did fraud, ain't serve no fiends
But I keep talking bout a brick, they tryna find out what it mean
I think I'm too good at this, might make it out the hood
With this dog, I'd die if I could for this
Bae, I know you don't ever go both ways
But bae you should for this, it's plenty women who would for this
To get my money off this card and get my pockets out this jam
My last three bows was intercepted, didn't land, and I'm like, damn
And now I'm in the club, tryna come up with a plan
I know I probably shouldn't, but I'm still gon' blow a band
Strippers be concerned about me, act like they my friends
But I know they just want they cut from me like Uncle Sam
I came in for some peace, mac and cheese and a lamb
Let's go
A booth facing in the door, I pay extra for her privacy
20s for a dance, but I pay extra for her honesty
I buckle my pants, cause she don't care about they policy
She know that I'm gon' be somebody, seen it like a prophecy
Headphones in the VIP, I told her just to vibe with me
Listen to this track, tell me what you think
Tell me if it slaps, tell me if it stink
Do I have some ways to go or am I on the brink
Do you think that you can dance to this like Mercedes at the pink
Do you think hustlers gon' jam to this and hoes gon' wanna link
As I play her one more song and then I order two more drinks
Feel like I'm living in a dream
For the last two weeks, I've been on Strip Club Cuisine
I did fraud, ain't serve no fiends
But I keep talking bout a brick, they tryna find out what it mean
I think I'm too good at this, might make it out the hood
With this dog, I'd die if I could for this
Bae, I know you don't ever go both ways
But bae you should for this, it's plenty women who would for this
Writer: Demond Sykes
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