JAZZ CLUB Lyrics

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat

I hit that drum and I hit that pack

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat

I hit that drum and I hit that pack

At my Jazz Club

At my Jazz Club

Everybody act up

Business in the back, it's a crime hub

At my Jazz Club

At my Jazz Club

Everybody act up

Strippers in the back, it's a trap hub

Y'all going crazy every time that I win

Chips on the table and I'm going all in

Gotta poker face and the shades, flash a grin

Stealing all your cash and a pound of your skin

Shakespeare in the Skyline

Make your bitch drop, mmm, hey

I'm late, toss the valet

Like my keys are hot, mmm, hey

Trumpets playing, liquor pouring, ladies whoring

We so loud, I run the club so better bring a warrant

Ella's scatting, keys is stabbing, bass is slapping

Hear the crowd, it so silent

Cuz they know what's bout to happen

Everybody fucking packing

Glocks, gauges, n' MAC elevens

We never do jacket checking, nuh, uh

My Goodfellas started acting

Think they tapping hotties

How they catching bodies

And dump them after stabbing, huh, huh

God damn, Dom the man

Everybody work for him

I'm the Don, kiss my hand

I'm Capone, this my band

Cut your throat, we string your man

Heaven trumpets playing

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat

I hit that drum n' I hit that pack

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat

I hit that drum n' I hit that pack

At my Jazz Club

At my Jazz Club

Everybody act up

Business in the back, issa crime hub

At my Jazz Club

At my Jazz Club

Everybody act up

Strippers in the back, issa trap hub

Gotta room for drugs

Gotta room for thugs

Gotta room for goons

Gotta room for love

Walk into the back

If you think you tough

You better hit the gym

Cuz my team gone get you cut

Boy where, your damn money at?

Say your bacon hella fat

That it give me, heart attack

Fucking pigs, on my ass

Empty all the meat hooks

Boy you know that I'm a crook

Slice you up for the dark web

Save your head for my scrapbook

My trees got different routes, huh

Silk Road is my commute, huh

Sell spice and a lot of fruit, huh

Got the sprite and got the juice, huh

Jazz Club open near you, uh

Underground, that's where I rule, uh

Look baby, that's how I move, uh

Chapo gave me the tools, uh

Open twenty-four seven

We open three sixty-five

If you wanna get into something

Then fucking stop on by

This a fuckin gangsta heaven

This is my paradise

All the bricks and no confessions

This is built off my white lies

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat

I hit that drum n' I hit that pack

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat

I hit that drum n' I hit that pack

At my Jazz Club

At my Jazz Club

Everybody act up

Business in the back, it's a crime hub

At my Jazz Club

At my Jazz Club

Everybody act up

Strippers in the back, it's a trap hub