Chris Brown - In Da Club lyrics

[Chris Brown] I'm in the club, eyes look hella lazy I only showed up, 'cause you paid me No rope in my VIP, the club wasted All these different b**hes, it look like it's immigration Virginia boy, yeah I do this for my city Two up, two down is what I write across your tittie Better give me them hundreds, I ain't tryin' to count no fifties Banging 2 Chainz on 26, as I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it [2 Chainz] Yeah, uh, 2 Chainz I got gator on my Gucci's, like the crocodile hump (hump) Blew my cell up (up), suicide bomber (bomber) Car jack died, it got suicide doors And I'm so high (high), only God knows Pull up shawty, roll up (roll up) .45 around my scortum (scrotum) When I say hol' up (hol' up) Every motherf**er hol' up (true) And it's in my culture to be standin' on the sofa (yeah) See, even if I was on Opera, I be standin' on the sofa (damn) I'm a ghetto boy, tall version of Bushwick Like AI, my crew thick, so many hoes and they knew dick (uh) New car, new crib, cash where my Trap at (yeah) Shawty gave me that head, yeah she got that snapback And you know her a** fat, and you know I cash eyed All this ice on me, I'm k**ing' 'em by a landslide (yeah) And you know I can't dive, I'm so fly, I even hand glide In first cla**, with my Rollie on, air time, air time, air time