Dj at the club

If you gonna pop it, better pop it with me
If you in the club ,you better come and see me
I don’t you, you don’t know me
I don’t know you, you don’t know me

Black jacket on, zippers look like levers
I got four or five g’s stuffed up in the car leathers
I be so damn polite I be righting your mom letters
And I don’t even go outside my room be like a bomb shelter

If you gonna pop it, better pop it with me
If you in the club ,you better come and see me
I don’t you, you don’t know me
I don’t know you, you don’t know me

I gotta dj at thе club in 10 minutes
Till then I’m counting digits
Till then I’m counting digits, I’m counting digits, I’m counting digits, I’m counting digits

I gotta dj at thе club in 10 minutes
Till then I’m counting cash
Till then I’m counting digits
Till then yeah