This is for the people that are drinking in a club  The people getting' drunk, the people getting fucked up  We in the back smoking buds, spinning records, spitting flows so high  Melt the ice off your necklace so keep your head bobbin'  'Cause your neck you know it's fat  I always come prepared for anybody want to snap back  Low key holding shop let me get my groove on  Back up five feet and let me get my groove on  And my drink on, and my smoke on  Then go home with, something to poke on  I do my own thing, I make big moves  I ride big wheels, I fill big shoes  This my club song   This this my club song so put your hands up like what yeah  This my dance song  This this my dance song so lean back, lean back     [CHORUS]  This my club song  This this my club song  I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze  This my dance song  This this my dance song so lean back, lean back  This the anthem so throw your damn hands up  This the anthem so throw your damn hands up  This my club song  This this my club song  I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze    So many places to go, so many people to see  So many things to do, yo that's the life I lead  I stay busy like a beaver on speed  Breaking mother fucking z's like I'm chopping up trees  Always VIP when I step on the scene  And always last to leave when I'm doing my thing  I'm always double fisted when I'm up in the club  And never leaving alone 'cause you know I get love  I got the smooth mack to get the girls on their back  Laying flat looking like they had a heart attack  Now what you know about that partner, do the math  But you better add fast, I'm a put you on blast  Last laugh on my habit, I guarantee this  Your lady asked if she could grab it so I broke out my dick  Then I took the bitch home and boned all night long  And on my way out I heard the DJ playing this song    [CHORUS]    I come out on a Friday, blazing down the highway  Fast lane, living life, doing things my way  I'm not trendy, I'm a trend setter  Don't follow trends 'cause my daddy taught me better  Original style, spray paint and a stencil  Rip 'n tear wear hear me blaze the instrumental  Coincidentally I don't want a Bentley  Never like diamonds, Gucci or Fendi  Brand names offend me, I'm puffing on sensi  Never pretend to be something that you're not  Like a tweaker on crystal meth, heating up the rock  That's played out  Pure destruction to my people  Make some noize come on I can't hear you    [CHORUS]