[Intro]
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this [bad word] bumping...
Pocket full of money (we rollin’)
Pocket full of money (we rollin’)
P-p-p-pocket full of money
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this [bad word] bumping like a bug bite, club life
Pocket full of money (we rollin’)
Pocket full of money (we rollin’)
P-p-p-pocket full of money

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]
Y’all niggas fake as [bad word] Lipstick on my collar, I couldn’t make this up
I live in the realest state like it’s housing
Life is grand, like a thousand
Stopless counting, my [bad word] is a walking fountain
I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers
Every bad [bad word] you see in here [bad word] with us
So I suggest you...

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs
So many [bad word] 'round I don’t even know what to do with them
Head ain’t even fun no more unless there’s two of them
To tell the [bad word]  I think beating it is easy
So when I say I poppin models, y’all got reasons to believe me
Keeping it breezy, just me and my Weeknd CD
Wanna fly in for the week and you see me
Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
With the dome trash, and she [bad word] me fast
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass

[Hook]
You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this [bad word] bumping like a bug bite, thug life
Pockets full of money (we rollin’)
P-p-pockets full of money (we rollin’)
P-p-pockets full of money
Park that [bad word] sideways
Park that [bad word] sideways (we rollin’)
Park that [bad word] sideways
To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some [bad word] [bad word] 
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Like A.I. I cross over when I’m near a mic
I stay fly even though I got a fear of heights
I aim steady when I’m gunning with one of them nines
And you ain’t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind
My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy
Now that [bad word] is flooded with diamonds
Like a broke [bad word]  I ain’t got nothing to lose
But I’m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
And shawty mouth is under my ooo...
I can’t say that, radio don’t play that
I’m so cool the sun gotta hate that
But it can never blind me, now where my Rays at?
Yeah, boy, this is payback
Y’all was hating back in May, so I said “Hey” and bought a Maybach
The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at
Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak

[Hook]