• After The Club - Jazz Cartier

Call me after the club

Call me, call me up

I love you when you’re drunk

So baby tell me what’s up

I’m still the king of the palace

Two thousand and fifteen was practice

You niggas ain’t even established

That’s why she don’t fuck with no rappers

She said it’s my song, oh girl this my song

Grab a drink and hit the floor soon as that Cuzzi coming on

Got a shorty from NY, got a shorty from Milan

They take their clothes off at the door

Pour some more, we get it on, like what’s up

Call me after the club

Call me, call me up

I love you when you’re drunk

So baby tell me what’s up

Shout out my girls in the valley

Credit cards them they daddies

When I come to your city baby, tell me you 'bout it

She said 'that's my shit'

Oh yeah, that’s my shit

She throws her guns up in the air

Now you know that girl is lit

Got a girl in MIA

Got a shorty in L. A

Love the fucking, hate to leave em'

But I do this every day

So what’s up

Call me after the club

Call me, call me up

I love you when you’re drunk

So baby tell me what’s up