[Intro: The Impressions, B.o.B]
Do you love me, too?
I do, do you love me tenderly
I do hope that you'll agree
We must be in love
(Yo, yo)

[Chorus: Bun B, B.o.B]
Five-five-five-
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks (Ayy, haha)
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think (So)
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks (I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh)
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I said, I'm throwed to the side, like a lateral
I swear tonight I'm doin' major damage, it's collateral
Fifty on the potion, hunnid on the smokin'
Panoramic roof, but we ride slow motion
Patrón Burdeos, top shelf, we toastin'
Top models, tops poppin' off, Kelly Rowland
It's whatever, I never let up, I never feel better
Got a house full of freaks and they'll never say never
My seats all leather, my jackets all leather
Got PETA pissed off 'cause my pillow full of feathers
Since day one, I stayed down like a cellar
Bun B, K.R.I.T., B.o.B. we some fuckin' trendsetters, ah
[Chorus: Bun B]
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Okay, I roll up (Roll up,) and I pour up to the motherfuckin' top (Top)
M.C., twenty-fo' (Fo',) what's a whip if it don't chop? (Chop)
Subwoofers in my cushion, what's a trunk if it don't knock? (Knock)
Digi on the dash, if I want it then I cop
So just chill, ho (Just chill, ho,) let me work this wheel, ho (This wheel, ho)
[?] ([?]), [?] shit [?]
Drink lean and pop pill [?] (Pop pill [?]), so far in the sky, you can hear God talk
When I crack my window, clear out this Indo, I got five

[Chorus: Bun B]
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Well, it's mista bigga, swisha picka up, but what's the deal though?
Roll in witcha sister, twistin' big and blowin' [?] bro
Trunk popped open, speakers kick it like a steel toe
With a big old bag of that Southside swag that I picked up [?]
All the trill note till they recognize, haters get on the sideline
Kill roaches like pesticide, delete 'em off of my timeline
Gettin' older, but I'm colder, better with age like I'm fine wine
Killer on the mic like Grind Time, put out your lights and let mine shine?
I'm too fresh and I'm too clean, gettin' [?] by routine
And I'm so wavy, so if you pay, then it's all gravy like Poutine
[?] baby, what you mean? I'm with B.o.B, he with K.R.I.T
And we on the job, trees is lit, so get off the knob, player, we the shit

[Chorus (Extended): Bun B]
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think, five-five-five-
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
Five-five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that a n***a can't think