JAZZ CLUB

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum and I hit that pack
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum and I hit that pack
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Business in the back, it's a crime hub
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Strippers in the back, it's a trap hub
Y'all going crazy every time that I win
Chips on the table and I'm going all in
Gotta poker face and the shades, flash a grin
Stealing all your cash and a pound of your skin
Shakespeare in the Skyline
Make your bitch drop, mmm, hey
I'm late, toss the valet
Like my keys are hot, mmm, hey
Trumpets playing, liquor pouring, ladies whoring
We so loud, I run the club so better bring a warrant
Ella's scatting, keys is stabbing, bass is slapping
Hear the crowd, it so silent
Cuz they know what's bout to happen
Everybody fucking packing
Glocks, gauges, n' MAC elevens
We never do jacket checking, nuh, uh
My Goodfellas started acting
Think they tapping hotties
How they catching bodies
And dump them after stabbing, huh, huh
God damn, Dom the man
Everybody work for him
I'm the Don, kiss my hand
I'm Capone, this my band
Cut your throat, we string your man
Heaven trumpets playing
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum n' I hit that pack
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum n' I hit that pack
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Business in the back, issa crime hub
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Strippers in the back, issa trap hub
Gotta room for drugs
Gotta room for thugs
Gotta room for goons
Gotta room for love
Walk into the back
If you think you tough
You better hit the gym
Cuz my team gone get you cut
Boy where, your damn money at?
Say your bacon hella fat
That it give me, heart attack
Fucking pigs, on my ass
Empty all the meat hooks
Boy you know that I'm a crook
Slice you up for the dark web
Save your head for my scrapbook
My trees got different routes, huh
Silk Road is my commute, huh
Sell spice and a lot of fruit, huh
Got the sprite and got the juice, huh
Jazz Club open near you, uh
Underground, that's where I rule, uh
Look baby, that's how I move, uh
Chapo gave me the tools, uh
Open twenty-four seven
We open three sixty-five
If you wanna get into something
Then fucking stop on by
This a fuckin gangsta heaven
This is my paradise
All the bricks and no confessions
This is built off my white lies
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum n' I hit that pack
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum n' I hit that pack
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Business in the back, it's a crime hub
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Strippers in the back, it's a trap hub