Lettuce In The Club

[Money B]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, Absolut in the house

[Verse 1: Money B]
Now, I’m a start it off first by pouring a drink
It’s your boy Money-B, yeah, I’m fucking with Binc
We getting high, all fly chicks trying to be down
Vacate bitch like a watery clown (Now, I’m a--)
Smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist
I got my dick in my hand, bitch, come get a taste
Give it a few laps like you’re running a race
Bite, you get slapped, yeah, I come from a place
Run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track
And most joints just be silver and black
Where they sharp as a tack, if you’re dummy it’s better
If you see one of these shoe players, you’ll finally gеt better
(Now, I’m a--) Recognisе, step to the left
Come with that weak shit, I’m a choke you to death
I drink, Binc hit the weed to choke you death
When I fuck you from behind I’m a choke you to death!

[Chorus: Shock G]
Let us in the club!

[Chorus: Money B]
We gon’ get in and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[Chorus: Shock G]
Money B and Binc!

[Chorus: Money B]
Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

[Chorus: Shock G]
Let us in the club!

[Chorus: Money B]
We gon’ get it and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[Chorus: Shock G]
Money B and Binc!

[Chorus: Money B]
Got whoever’s in the club we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

[Verse 2: Binc]
Ayyy! I hand it to you and you hand it back
I don’t give a fuck bitch if it’s Mickey’s or Yac
It’s the Bay OG and Binc on the attack
He’s sipping vodka and I’m a be sipping Jack
I’m taking evasive action on the hate
I gotta spit on this track, got things to say
I’m drunk, and I wanna split with you
It’s Binc so hurry and tell me what it do
Girl, what the fuck you talking ‘bout you ain’t a ho
You know what’s up so get your keys and shit, it’s time to go
I do my thing from Brentwood to Buffalo
I fuck bad hoes, you cupcake and cuddle those
I got umbrellas, you with your coat, you wiping puddles up
I knock the fattest bitch in the club so I can bubble up

[Money B]
It’s Money B and Binc

[Chorus: Shock G]
Let us in the club!

[Chorus: Money B]
We gon’ get in and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[Chorus: Shock G]
Money B and Binc!

[Chorus: Money B]
Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

[Chorus: Shock G]
Let us in the club!

[Chorus: Money B]
We gon’ get it and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[Chorus: Shock G]
Money B and Binc!

[Chorus: Money B]
Got whoever’s in the club we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

[Money B]
B-I-N-C, that B-I-N-C, that’s Binc
That’s northern California, Money B
Binc-ky, young Binc
Big dick playing all you dumb ass hoes
Yo, where the crib at, we do it like dat!
Ayyy! Now, I’m a--! Haha! Haha