Club goin up, on a tuesday
Got your girl in the cut, and she choosey

Squad goin' up, nobody flippin' packs now
I just did three in a row
them shows is back-to-back-to-back now

Put the world on our sound
you know party and the weeknd
Ain't got no mothafuckin' time to party on the weekend

Tell gelo, 'bring the juice, we about to get lit

Fill the room up with some tings
one night off and this is it

Always workin' ot, overtime and outta town
Shit is crazy back home, it kills me that I'm not around

I think we gettin' too deep
shit I'm talkin' might be too true

Upstairs I got xans in an advil bottle
I don't take them shits
But you do, so I got 'em for you
I don't need the pills, I'm just gon' have another drink
And when I'm puttin' work in on a weekend
I'll look back on this
and think how we had the club goin' up

Club goin up, on a tuesday
Got your girl in the cut, and she choosey

Workin monday night, on the corner flippin hard
Made at least three thousand on the boulevard

I've been workin graveyard shifts every other weekend
Ain't got no fuckin time to party on the weekend

I've been flippin in the house
makin juugs on the highway
I've been ridin out of state, makin money like my way

I don't think that I should dance
I'm just gon' have another drink
I'm doin my stance, you know, my molly pink
I got the loudest of the loud, you know, my gas stink
My p. o
Think I'm in the house
don't give a damn bout what she think

Club goin up, on a tuesday
Got your girl in the cut, and she choosey

And it ain't no way, no, how I made it on my own
I made my own style, I don't think that I should stay
You know, I gotta go, you're movin too fast
Don't wanna take it slow

Club goin up, on a tuesday
Got your girl in the cut, and she choosey