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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Travis Scott
Vocals
Chris Brown
Vocals
Sexyy Red
Vocals
ATL Jacob
Programming
Southside
Background Vocals
Waka Flocka Flame
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Lyrics
Jacob Canady
Composer
Joshua Luellen
Lyrics
Juaquin "Waka Flocka Flame" Malphurs
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
Producer
Southside
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Recording Engineer
Federico Giordano
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Recording Engineer
Evan Melville
Recording Engineer
Josh Connolly
Recording Engineer
Jack Letchinger
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alexx Nielsen
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nico Fabito
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kersey Dickerson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jacob Meyerson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
This the sleezemix
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
This the sleezemix
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
This the sleezemix
ATL Jacob, he a fucking millionaire
Heavy on it
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
[Verse 1]
High heels on my tippies
Dolce & Gabbana that's on my titties
Cop me Vetements when I ride the dicky
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippy
I will never slippy like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory Lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I know that these **** tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch, ****, throw on your mitty, Mmm
Who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my ****, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars worth of brickies
Told 'em to keep fifty, my cut nine-fifty, bitchie
[Verse 2]
Fuck the club up
Fuck the club up
Back-to-back I came, back to fuck the club up
Is that that bitch I made rich last night?
I think it was her
Ski mask on
Oakleys on my eyes, I'm undercover
I had to fly to Nice, she nice
Back on that Monaco coast
That bitch gon' sound like a boat
I'm paying a fee and a price
That's my lil' freak, she bi
She got a lil' baby that wan' stay the night
I'm sinkin' my teeth, she seekin' advice
I'm tryin' to record, gotta stick my phone in rice
Gotta lock in with that bitch
She don' fell in love with me, jumped on that
Headfirst
She gon' think I popped a pill 'cause I fucked her till she burst
Yeah, let me see you work
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
All this money on me soon as I hit the club, they get alert
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up (Flocka)
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up (Flocka)
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
See you work
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up (Flocka)
Can you twerk?
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up (Flocka)
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
Can you twerk, can you squirt?
[Verse 3]
I just fucked on OF and I hope I don't get caught
I just fucked an influencer, turned her to a thot
She just took a Tesla before she gave me top
Her boyfriend is a heckler, he beggin' her to stop
Big booty bitch, coochie is the juiciest
She wear that jumbo Chanel like a crucifix
She got on Van Cleefs and pearls like a bougee bitch
I told her go and pop that pussy 'cause I'm really rich
I shoot my shot at a bitch, and I know I won't miss, but these **** be blocking like goalies
I threw my bro an assist and he threw it right back and you claiming that bitch like a trophy
I'm out in Italy with an Italian bitch and she eat the dick up like Cannoli
Then she showed up with her man at a fashion event and tried acting like she didn't know me
Yeah, a'ight bitch
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
[Verse 4]
Baow, baow-baow, baow (It's Sexyy)
Say he like my accent and he say he like my swag
Call me Mrs. Take Your ****, I'll take your **** fast
Stiletto pumps on in the club acting bad
All the **** choosing on me 'cause they know I got that ass
[Verse 5]
S-E-X-the-Y
I do splits on the D like exercise
I'm just stating facts, F-E-N-D-I
Prints on or Versace or we on Off White
I'm a rich hood bitch in the mall poppin' tags
I be on some coolin' shit, don't make me reach up in my bag
Higher than a motherfucker, you would think I popped a Xan
In the club, fucked up, hoes muggin', I'll beat you ass
Who think they can fuck with Sexyy?
I be hangin' with them shooters, so like why would you test me?
Yeah, I'm a bad bitch, but this shit can get messy
I ain't gotta lift a finger, I just look at my bestie, yeah
[Outro]
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this club up (It's Sexyy, Flocka)
Fuck this, fuck this club up (It's Sexyy, Flocka)
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this club (Flocka)
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Written by: J. Malphurs, Jacob Canady, Joshua Luellen, Onika Maraj