Party in the club Lyrics

Dude, I'm cold as a motherfuckin' god

Put me in some more gang

Yeah, yeah, girl, girl, yeah

I'm tryna talk and you get jealous, yeah

Yeah, I know, so I don't, I get jealous

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm cold

I don't need to speak to not nobody

I froze when I found out she's fuckin' anybody

It's cold, I feel the chills, they runnin' down my body

Be cool, cause I'm not tryna stress, don't catch nobody

Yeah, I need to catch a flight to Abu Dhabi

Damn, I'm stressin', baby, meet me in that lobby

I need that cash, I need the bag with me, that LaFerrari

I'm cold, I can't take you back, now I'm fuckin' sorry

Yeah, I'm turnt up off the Duce in this party

Scarin' off, you hear the demons in this Audi

I ain't tryna talk, don't care about no sorry

Making music, fuckin' hoes is just my hobby

Yeah, throw them bands up

Party in the club, put your hands up

I've been throwin' money, money that I ran out of

Other ones just kinda mad, they mad that they can't stand us

And then I came up, put my name up and got my change up

She's out here tryna call me back, but I just hang up

You cannot get minutes of my time, I done changed up

She just keep on runnin' through my mind, but this pain cost

Yeah, yeah, kill me with this pain, yeah

Yeah, sippin' through this pain, huh

Double cup, bae, I been sippin' in this rain, huh

I'm kinda mad and not expectin' how you changed up

Fast life in this whip, I keep on pushin' gas

Yeah, I'm just with my brothers, rollin' puffin' gas

We keep shorties in the cut, they out here throwin' ass

Bad bitches rake it up whenever I throw cash

Yeah, I got money on my mind

Yeah, I'm tryna get this cash, fuck it down

I'm tryna get this cash, fuck it down

Baby, it's all trippin' if you mine, huh

Yeah, throw them bands up

Party in the club, throw your hands up

Yeah, throw them bands up

Party in the club, throw your hands up

D-Dot Code is a motherfuckin' god

D-Dot Code is a motherfuckin' god