Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Lead Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lead Vocals
Eric Goudy II
Programming
Earl Hood
Programming
Rico Love
Background Vocals
Nelly
Sampled Artist
St. Lunatics
Sampled Artist
The Showboys
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Eric Goudy II
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Earl Hood
Songwriter
Orville Hall
Songwriter
Phil Price
Songwriter
Richard Preston Butler Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl Hood
Producer
Rico Love
Producer
Casey Giannola
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Diego Avendano
Assistant Recording Engineer
Donald Earl
Producer
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Eric Goudy II
Producer
Matt Huber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer
Thurston McCrea
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Ay, okay, we walk off in this b****, ballin' in this b****
Hoppin' outta Lambo's and Ferrari's in this b****
Poppin' bottle with a thick red super model b****
They may talk a lotta that but, they can't do a lotta this
[Verse 3]
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
So, I grabbed the Audemar and threw the ice on
I'm a big dawg, got 'em pissed off
A lotta **** rappin', ain't none this raw
[Verse 4]
They like, ay, look at T.I. ballin' in the V.I.
Bunch of bad bitches with him lookin' like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles, go hard
[Verse 5]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
[Verse 6]
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
[Verse 7]
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay, it must be ya ass, 'cause it ain't ya face
Now, if you lookin' for them bottles and them stacks, girl
You make your way up to my section where it's at, girl
[Verse 8]
Okay now, do you wanna kick it with a **** with a meal ticket?
Broke **** lookin' mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe, and roll the dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoes
[Verse 9]
For every day I spent behind the wall
I do it big, ride, fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open if you wanna get it
[Verse 10]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
[Verse 11]
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt, ball
[Verse 12]
Ain't no **** like a Young Money, ****
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like a elevator
[Verse 13]
Bitch, shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I'm killin' these hoes like that **** Ted Bundy
[Verse 14]
I'm a good lookin' rapper, I ain't tryna stunt
I'ma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where ya at, hoe, where ya at, hoe?
Can a **** stick his stick up in ya back door? Turn it (Turn the lights on)
[Verse 15]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
[Verse 16]
Ay, move that thang in slow motion like Soulja Slim
Come around, wiped me down like Boosie
Now back that thang up for me and show me that you love me
If it's really too much for you, you can bring a couple buddies
[Verse 17]
Ay, every day, I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novocaine
Them other broke ****, all they did was told ya thangs
I could put you on that G4 and show ya things
[Verse 18]
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and things
Long hair, don't care, long as none down there
If it's manicured, I can have fun down there
I'll take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air
[Verse 19]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
[Verse 20]
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt, ball
Written by: Clifford Harris, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Earl Hood, Eric Goudy II, Orville Hall, Phillip Price, Rico Love