IN DA CLUB

[Intro: Kapri Milani & Amilli]
Ayy, yo Amilli (Ayy, yo Kaprizzy)
What you on?
(Why you mad, why you mad?)
(Fix your face, why you mad?)

[Pre-Chorus: Kapri Milani]
No panties on, ain't never gave a fuck
Should I rock them Gucci heels or Versace pumps?
On them Cutwaters, bitch, I be hella drunk
All the boys wanna party, I be turnt as fuck

[Chorus: Kapri Milani & Amilli]
We be in the club (Ayy, yo Amilli, ho, what's up?)
We be in the club (Ayy, Kapri, turn me up?)
We be in the club (Make a nigga spend his bucks)
We be in the club (Bounce that ass, ho, what's up?)
We be in the club (Ayy, yo Amilli, ho, what's up?)
We be in the club (Ayy, Kapri, turn me up?)
We be in the club (Make a nigga spend his bucks)
We be in the club (Bounce that ass, ho, what's up?)

[Verse 1: Kapri Milani & Amilli]
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
(Damn right, bitch, it's better than y'alls)
Get 'em drunk, take a picture of his card
(Make him pass out, like, ooh la-la)
Ayy, yo, bitch, I can teach you how to make a dick stand up
Won't give 'em pussy, but I make 'em give them bands up
Okay, my tans up, baddies throw your hands up
Prizzy be lynchin', 'cause all these niggas gettin' snatched up
Pretty bitches, seldom, bad bitches, welcome
Heard yo' new tracks and your label should've shelved 'em
Bitches without bots, so you hoes is unwelcome
Pretty face-time, all my pictures I-R-L'd 'em
Tell 'em move, I'm with your dude
Walk up in Saks and clear out Jimmy Choo
They usin' my memes, bitch, I'm the mood
Bitch, I'm the problem, so fuck how I'm viewed

[Verse 2: Amilli]
Got, got my Florida bitches in the back, pink Pucci on the ass
Get it swingin' like a bat, I'm the shit, no scat
Who the fuck said you better than 'Milli? (That's cap)
And my waist on Ozempic, but that ass too fat
Like ooh, bitch, who is you?
Don't got new money, you not in the crew
Freaky Friday, he want that switcheroo
NowThatsTV, it must be Deja Vu
Pull up in the drop top, put a rock in my Ciroc
And the Kelly be the Croc, went from fan to an opp
I be on that Chris Bosh and my ass too soft
Sugar daddy got it done, took me to the bodyshop
I be workin' and grindin' that shit, Cinderella
That's Gucci, botanical print on my sweater
Fuck all them bitches, ain't mailin' them letters
That bitch is a roach, and I got the repellent
Amilli (Ow)

[Pre-Chorus: Kapri Milani]
No, no panties on (Ooh), ain't never gave a fuck
Should I rock them Gucci heels or Versace pumps?
On them Cutwaters, bitch, I be hella drunk
All the boys wanna party, I be turnt as fuck

[Chorus: Kapri Milani & Amilli]
We be in the club (Ayy, yo Amilli, ho, what's up?)
We be in the club (Ayy, Kapri, turn me up?)
We be in the club (Make a nigga spend his bucks)
We be in the club (Bounce that ass, ho, what's up?)
We be in the club (Ayy, yo Amilli, ho, what's up?)
We be in the club (Ayy, Kapri, turn me up?)
We be in the club (Make a nigga spend his bucks)
We be in the club (Bounce that ass, ho, what's up?)

[Outro: Amilli]
Ow