Strip Club Jesus lyrics

[Intro: Fedd the God]
Ayy, Grizz, bring me that Henny
Ha
Stop staring (Bring me that Henny)
n*gga (Throw some)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, bring me that Henny bottle, girl
n*gga (Phew, phew)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, n*gga, throw some ones, n*gga, throw some ones at these b*tches, n*gga
They want that Northside sh*t (Paven, this sh*t crank)

[Chorus: Fedd the God]
Who gon' throw the most money in here?
n*gga, I've been balling all year
My section got bottles in there
These b*tches got and they long hair
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, huh, stop staring

[Verse 1: Fedd the God]
I don't need an army of n*ggas, I ride solo, I'm a gorilla
Uh, keep me an army of b*tches, I don't want none, you n*ggas kiss 'em
We f*ckin' off Hennessy, huh, think I might make me a mini me
Pulling them racks out, screaming, "f*ck all my enemies", n*gga
Throwed in clubs
b*tches, they picking up dubs
Baby a baddy, huh, she ain't tryna f*ck with a scrub
I'm looking like daddy, got all these hoes in love
Look at my diamonds, n*gga, they came from the mud
[Chorus: Fedd the God]
Who gon' throw the most money in here?
n*gga, I've been balling all year
My section got bottles in there
These b*tches got and they long hair
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, huh, stop staring

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I just picked up a whole bunch of b*tches
I just put it in her mouth like a dentist
I own my sh*t, your sh*t is rented
She suck good di*k, that b*tch is gifted
Love it when she use both hands
Love it when she do a lil' dance
Love it when she make her ass clap on a handstand
She been eating good, hoping that that thing get fatter
I threw another rack and told her, "Lil' booties matter"

[Chorus: Fedd the God]
Who gon' throw the most money in here?
n*gga, I've been balling all year
My section got bottles in there
These b*tches got and they long hair
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, huh, stop staring
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Tip a stripper twenty thousand dollars like it's chump change
Watch that ass jump back just like Instagram Boomerang
I can't be your Superman (No)
Your last n*gga a super lame (Yep)
Bad b*tch took so many shots, I thought we was at the shooting range
Two-seater with limo' tint
Two b*tches gon' fit in it
And they 'bout they paper, they know this di*k come with benefits
It should be illegal how you wiggle with all that ass
They need trash bags, time to clean up all this cash
She said, "Damn, Juicy, you one dope-ass n*gga"
And don't no bad b*tch want no broke-ass n*gga
Homie, it ain't rocket science, all these hoes want a check
Why you in the club tryna win a staring contest?

[Chorus: Fedd the God]
n*gga, throw some, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, n*gga, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, phew, stop staring
n*gga, throw some, racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some racks, stop staring
n*gga, throw some huh, stop staring