Booty Club Playa

hook<br><br>You`se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)<br>A hit the club, spend the dub (ol` sucka-ass self) (x4)<br><br>(Sean Paul)<br>When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??<br>These hoes shakin` they ass, but they ain`t shakin` it for free<br>Lookin` dead at me, finna` get me for what I got<br>Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot<br>Now I`m almost out the door, one hour left before they close<br>Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes<br>Smellin` good, lil` shawty ?<br>"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"<br>And he did, so it`s on, dj play my favorite song<br>Shake em` off, she shook em` off, I broke her off<br>Put the money in her thong<br>All night long these nigga lookin` at me like I`m wrong<br>Don`t where your playa` partner, do dis` thang til` the money gone<br><br>hook<br><br>(J-Bo)<br>It`s Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?<br>I guess I`ll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two<br>And who do I see at the end of the bar?<br>It`s that booty club playa, the same one without no car<br>Spendin` his mad little ends on some ass and his friends<br>And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens<br>And then after then, I`m a` go and head over to Magic City<br>Where I can get slizzard some mo`, and see alot mo` titties<br>And bitties actin` shitty for somethin` they ain`t got<br>So look here shawty, it ain`t no need you gettin` hot<br>For as I take another shot, up on them rocks<br>Now let me see dat` thang, as I proceed to blow the spot<br><br>hook<br><br>(Sean Paul)<br>My fare lookin` shawt, done spent all my change<br>Ain`t even got .35 to call a cab man<br>Nigga I`m big pistol, drank another drank of win`<br>On the dance wit` cha`<br>Shawty really, want me to come home wit` her<br>Chargin` five hundred, but I ain`t got it to give her<br>Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher<br>Damn, I`m that club bandit, nigga they call me mister<br>That nigga in the club payin` bills to your sister<br><br>(J-Bo)<br>Now once again, I go crunk off in the back<br>Wit` my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac`<br>And now it`s on the crack, and we actin`, and cuttin` the fool<br>For every benjamin that we spend ain`t nothin` cool<br>So I`m a` let you know, just in case you didn`t know<br>That them Attic Crew boys steppin` in just for the low<br>And if you ain`t wit` it, then deal wit` it, I gotsta go <br>Cause we ain`t bout` no games, and you can take that to the store<br><br>hook