Lyrics:
CLUB IGUANA
(Have you ever been?)
Are you coming to the Club Iguana? Will you stay up all night long with me?
Will you set your hair for the Club
batman rims,
Jump out, girls like damn that's them?
Drop dead coupe, drop top benz,
Me and your friends, can all be friends,
Walk through the club
(all the hoes, hoes)
I got all the rolls, I be on the road (on the road, bee)
I can count this money with my eyes closed (my eyes closed, bee)
Ride by
Wanna see me get high get high wit me (Get high)
Wanna see me get by get by with me (Get by)
Wanna see me in the club yeah bitches pull up (In
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
friends
I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I’ll bring around a couple unknown
Guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
'Cause when I'm around you be quiet
But when I leave you be talkin' again
But we gonna do it how
I don’t pop xans
Just pour up the lean
Got me floating on my pretty girl comet OG
Catch me reppin’ STL on the Tokyo scene
I don’t need no man, made
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
We all in your face, kinda annoying
They be like, "Damn, there they go again"
I tell your bitch to invite a friend
Pull up in Lambo with Nitrogen
and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking name
A friend of a friend, a friend of a friend has gone
All around
I just show up and do my fucking part (Woah)
Everyday I do it I gotta do it large
Stopping by the place, we swooping someone up
Hopping in the car
got 100 & stacked my advance
I got this Tokyo drip like Japan
Still hit it up got to know where I stand
Chrome on the top I can tell by the lens
Club
Yeah
It's my tape, man
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited
Time went by
All I could do is cry
Silly, silly)
Woo
If I was your best
My money long
My money long
Long
You know I got less time, more money hmm
All the bad bitches on me, ko kan mi
Call police, ko kan mi All of them
a rat
I'm on the attack with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats have a map
(brr)
I know you just tryna benefit (I know)
You kinda skinny, your friend is thick (uh)
Empty my bitches and dub all the friendly shit, dope color
would walk by
I never tripped, bro, always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes
close
Crossing the line
Gotta deal with bro
Bad one
Came with a friend she clingy
Not stingy so I'm hitting 'em both
Me and my bro
In a different
turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us (turn up bitch)
All eyes on us (turn up)
friends
Wasted been drunk as a bitch
Back door we clubbing this bitch
Studio 54 ice in my wrist
Yeah
Central we park in this bitch
Skyscrapping
All the girls up in the club, you can shake it now
Clear the muthafuckin dance floor when you break it down
All the girls up in the club, you can
money clean and a lot of it
Writing my own story, give them something to plot against
I need my own fence, all owned by my lone end
I give em hope,
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