When I Pull Up At The Club

Does it real good Does it real good Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy-seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Can it be my Rolls that pull all these hoes? Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch rolls? Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi? Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach? Can it be the ten million records that I sold? Or can it be the first one that ever went gold? Whatever it be like y'all jaw 'cause I don't stop Continuously to make the hoe drawers drop, yeah I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin' at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin' eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin' no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash I ain't worried about naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm 'bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller, I'm a pimp, I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay See she's a freak ho let me tell you all about it I met her in a valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin' my face 'cause her old man know me Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean Se-se-seventy seven cut, dog painted lime green T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Does it real good Does it real good Does it real good Does it real good