Lyrics:

It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Haha)
We can't be touched, nigga, can't you see? (G-Unit!)

You do you, man, 'cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's OK (Trust me man it's OK)

Bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house they like oh, no
50 got 'em lookin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background burnin' that backwood
Stylin' and stuntin' doin' my two step frontin'
Now I'm a tell you what Em told me, homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain, man, when I'm around
I play the block pumpin', it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with flow

You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show, man, that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man, I get it poppin' in the club everybody show me love, let's go!

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it
You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now, homey, let's get into it

You wanna search me than search me but hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty
I need that grind in my system P, on my side twistin'
In club today for the chick to go both
Ways let me see that ID just for proof

With the drink 'till the burn is gone
Hit the dancefloor like a safe from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pac shit these chicks will frame ya

But in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it din't make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalla

Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin', let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin'

So much green gettin' twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it
You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now, homey, let's get into it

You already know how it go, I bang, I shine
I play, I stay, I'm goin' for miles
I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and, yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin' project steps

I'm cool, I'm calm, you lookin' real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed, kid, hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin' when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up

But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin' for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook, I clean, I swear that, mami

Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin, I'm tryin' my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat
Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now, shorty, let's get into it
You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now, homey, let's get into it