Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh Yeah *Laughs* Uh-huh, yeah Red Spyder, uh-huh Jacki-O y'all Just another one of them days y'all When it ain't shit to do but a bitch still ball, y'all [Verse 1] 12:30, V12 430 Iced up lambskin seats with the white guts Parked in my usual spot, the front row Dark as fuck, watch still on glow They sneak me through the back door, I'm mob related Jacki-O up in the house They celebrating Cruise the club, show security love Make my rounds Show some respect and get pounds Like ginger, I slide 'em a few They know I got a blade, they just let me slide right through They like it when I smile, I'm a classy ho And they love it when they partying with Jacki-O See, niggas like Hennessy [?] [?] got my table waiting Me being the G bitch that I am I pop the top, made a toast, and made my spot [Chorus] You with it? I'm with it Bring the car 'round, let's hit it I ain't playing, hope you ain't playing All I'm saying is Somebody's getting fucked tonight! Climbing walls Tearing draws On the floors Like we dogs I ain't playing, I hope you ain't playing All I'm saying is Somebody's getting fucked tonight! [Verse 2] [?] head pumping, lip gloss shining I think I'm in the mood for grinding Got the hips to sixty-nine and I'm built for fun From the waist down, look just like I'm packing a gun Booyah! All these niggas, I got to like one All these hoes, I got to fight one I get right up in a nigga chest, he palm my ass Ask if he can buy me a glass, [?] the bar He asking why I don't model (I know) I told him 'cause I don't gotta (You know) Lips in Chanel, hips in Gabbana And my whips have so much pill, it be bananas Cut the small talk and get to the point We could blow this dro and we could blow this joint What you wanna do? Club is cute, but the crowd is rowdy We could be Benz, and we could be outie [Chorus] You with it? I'm with it Bring the car 'round, let's hit it I ain't playing, hope you ain't playing All I'm saying is Somebody's getting fucked tonight! Climbing walls Tearing draws On the floors Like we dogs I ain't playing, I hope you ain't playing All I'm saying is Somebody's getting fucked tonight! [Verse 3] Me and a couple of friends got pills and more At the Biltmore And ready to ill for dough Like the bottles of [?] And the ounces of Cris And the cases of Cris Nigga, taste this! At the club, I creep I'll get with a thug, make him cheat See that same nigga tomorrow and don't speak Laughing at him I tell him to catch me in traffic! Good pussy calling, New Orleans On the scene with my girl named Cream Always neat and shaved in a B And I keep my legs open 'cause Diamond's gotta breathe She my best friend, we real tight We don't fight, I play with her all night! She's a snapper Spit like a rapper I ain't joking That chick there smokin'! [Chorus] x2 You with it? I'm with it Bring the car 'round, let's hit it I ain't playing, hope you ain't playing All I'm saying is Somebody's getting fucked tonight! Climbing walls Tearing draws On the floors Like we dogs I ain't playing, I hope you ain't playing All I'm saying is Somebody's getting fucked tonight!