Heels & Dresses

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Skee] DJ Skee... World Premiere! [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne Middle Finger Up, Give A Fuck About A Damn Thing Damn Thing Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh We be up in the club With them bad bitches in them louboutin heels And them ???? dresses Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1: X.O.] I'm up in this motherfucker chillin' Think I'm Big Meech, poppin' bottles through the ceiling Shooting through the roof, so there ain't no glass ceiling Couple Hundred Thou but I'm trying to get a million Quarter pound of granddaddy, blow it as you wish Pass me the Spade's and that high yellow bitch My money hits the ceiling, then it comes right back Little mama let me see you (roll around in a stack) I put 30 on my neck, no help So Fresh, Yes you can say I'm feeling myself I put on for my city and the girls go crazy You know what it is, I'm an Altadena baby Money rolling in like a fucking Brinks Truck And I wanna do is pop a 100 bottles in the club And crack a bad bitch, I don't need no help So Fresh, Yes you can say I'm feeling myself (myself) [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne Middle Finger Up, Give A Fuck About A Damn Thing Damn Thing Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh We be up in the club With them bad bitches in them louboutin heels And them ???? dresses Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Verse 2: X.O.] VVS big body sitting outside Oh you got a boyfriend, why he let you outside? But you and your girls drinking, You know its only right And maybe you can be my club crush for the night See "Money Ain't A Thang," just as long as I spend it And I can blow a couple thou in a California minute And Ain't nothing rented, she asked what's the difference That means I ain't got to take it back when I'm finished T.Y. stop hogging all the fucking Rosé You gon' be hungover for the next 4 days Tell that nigga Y.G. stop taking all the models Somebody get the waitress, I need me another model Little model, tell me how you feeling Couple more shots then you know I'm gon' kill it Let me Beat it up and I promise I'm gon' kill it Then go tell your homegirls I'm the realest [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne Middle Finger Up, Give A Fuck About A Damn Thing Damn Thing Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh We be up in the club With them bad bitches in them louboutin heels And them ???? dresses Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Verse 3: X.O.] Well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday Well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday Toot it up, drop it low (drop it low) Pick up all that fucking money on the flo I said well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday Well Go head lil' mama it's your birthday Toot it up, drop it low Pick up all that fucking money on the flo [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Up in the Club, Sipping on champagne Middle Finger Up, Give A Fuck About A Damn Thing Damn Thing Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh We be up in the club With them bad bitches in them louboutin heels And them ???? dresses Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh, Whoa Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah