Strip Club

(Chorus: Jeezy) Life is like a strip club When you spendin' all your money then you get love When you run up out of ones then you throw Doug's When you spend up all your money ain't no love, (yeah) [Verse 1: Jeezy] It's 20 for the top, 10 for the bottom Like them girls bottoms, man they wanna see me drop Bitch nigga fuck y'all, I ain't going no where You can take it all off bitch, I ain't gon' stare Looking so good got that ass read up Did what I had, took them stacks and re-up Why these whack hoes prayin' for my down fall? Then wonder why I won't answer their call Broke hoes hate man, broke hoes in it Stay away from fake shit, fake shit ain't in me When Young was in the buildin' can't say it didn't flow Better get there early, might be late for the show Now niggas change cause ain't been through in awhile Like every time I came through and blow a few thou Give you everything I got, yeah I know you love that But when it's all said and done, bitch where the love at? (Chorus: Jeezy) Life is like a strip club When you spendin' all your money then you get love When you run up out of ones then you throw Doug's When you spend up all your money ain't no love, (yeah) [Verse 2: Jeezy] More money more problems, that a motherfuckin' fact And I can do bad all by my goddamn self When I was alone they was bad for my goddamn health So called homies praying on my down fall Then wonder why I won't answer their call Bitch niggas hate man, broke niggas in it Stay away from fake shit, fake shit ain't in me Shit get deep make a nigga go nuts Swear they wanna see me dead in a brand new tux If my tombstone read "realist nigga ever done it" Niggas can't say I ain't keep it 100 Gave niggas jobs, even gave niggas change Niggas ain't gave me a motherfuckin' thing Niggas wanna be me, yeah I know you love that But when it's all said and done, nigga where the love at? (Chorus: Jeezy) Life is like a strip club When you spendin' all your money then you get love When you run up out of ones then you throw Doug's When you spend up all your money ain't no love, (yeah) [Verse 3: Shawty Redd] I gotta pocket full of paper Ain't worried bout the haters I'm just blowin' money and I feel good But when the money gone I'm standin all alone Thinkin' why did I have to party so strong Look now I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go We gotta go, go