In Da Club

My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewelry.
Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changing.
You should love it way more than you hate it.
Nigga, you mad I thought that you'd be happy you're late.
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life.
You that F-got-ass nigga trying to pull me back right.
When my joint get to bumping in the club, it's on.
I wink my eye at your bitch, she smile, she gone.
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn.
If you talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned.
I'ma tell you what banks told me, cousin,
Go ahead switch the style up.
If nothing's hating,