Hell Yeah

It＇s the remix

Whoo

It＇s the remix

Whoo

It＇s the remix

Whooo

Chitty chitty bang bang boom like a pow

Everybody off in the club getting wild

Drinks everywhere the crowd is real loud

Looks like we gone be hear for a while

I＇m so drunk I＇m just droolin at the mouth

Trying to get somebody to take me to my house

Now where my car keys at and where my money at

I＇ma follow yall till the hour where the honeys at

Give me some cheese egg steak and gritz

Then hit the after party with gen and em boys clipse

Whoo whoo whooo

Look out for the po po

Whoo whoo whooo

Smoking on the tro tro

And them Air Force Ones and that all white brand new tee

Plus I get these jewel honies tryin to juke on me

You＇ve got the occasion and girl I＇ve got the key

It＇s the pie-ete piper so people follow me

Hey hey hey hey

So fresh so fly so sweet so polite

So much too many ＇cause we ridin tonight

Well it's that pimp talk that ain t that pimp walk

It's big pimpin' over here player that just started

See we fresh with Air Ones Lexus and big drums

Chips Willie Chicks Willie crisp big fun

Ma you worry none the minks come with the guns

Prada the Gucci it s all in Bird fun

I＇m sittin in my truck snakin the club out

Kill this sip then go wild the f**k out

Up in the club with my hands in the air

There＇s so much sh*t in the atmosphere

So girl quit frontin and get you＇re a** over here

And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere

I＇m all off in the corner 100 honeys takin pics

They be in the VIP with lots of chicks

I＇m pimped out now low cut and a pick

G and Big Tymers together that＇s what I'm talkin

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up

Head bobbin like hell yeah

Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup

Booty shakin like hell yeah

Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club

Twenty-fours like hell yeah

Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air

Up and down like hell yeah

Ohh what It＇s on me Let＇s go

I＇m in the club with it on me homie

And homie you don＇t know me I don＇t want it

I just wanna find a wodie to go home with

Not hold the phone with

Spend money on the chick I＇m on gotta have her own sh*t

And no I'm never lonely or alone without that chome

And I only keep it on me just incase we don＇t click

Don＇t confuse the club atmosphere

With strapped in here

This just might explain malice＇s lack of fear

55 thousand prada pink wrist

2 years ago never picture this

Raise up the Cris＇

Watch the bottle shake up

Rolled it like it was dipped in foundation make up

Na maa this is not yah jake-up

This is what ya call presidential cake up

Shake ya moneymaker until the night break up

Then be on your way as soon as your a** wake up

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up

Head bobbin like hell yeah

Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup

Booty shakin like hell yeah

Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club

24s like hell yeah

Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air

Up and down like hell yeah

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up

Head bobbin like hell yeah

Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup

Booty shakin like hell yeah

Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club

24s like hell yeah

Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air

Up and down like hell yeah

Whooo

It＇s the Remix

Whooo

It＇s the Remix

Whooo

It＇s the Remix

Whooo

It＇s the Remix