Late Nights Lyrics

Baby's line is motherfuckin' hard as fuck Tell me what you want, I'm on the type of time you want

Don't be tryin' to tell me bullshit, don't be tryin' to lead me on I ain't tryin' to hear it, nigga, get on the shit that we be on

Heard they listen to the music, it be therapy through the song It be late nights in the streets like they be on

Sittin' doin' wrong, never ridin', rushin' through these songs It's the mood I'm on, tryin' to see them all

100 milli', put my niggas on Designer, it be fake shit, they be flashin

Losing too much weight, I think he fasting Bitch up in my face, she said she passed him

She done had him, but money do it better to twin bitches, why them

Don't try to get me in the race, nigga, I don't pass them

We do it large, coming from a back street to a boulevard You don't gotta at me, I'ma pull your car

You don't know what that mean, play your part You gotta play it smart, you gotta say it right

Tell me if you want me or you, for the night Young niggas gotta go, catch a flight

Shawty said she fuckin' with me, want the vibes

Bitches say they want me, can't separate us from the bullshit

Copy everything we do, I swear that we just caught shit

Can't afford what you can't come around now, you can't call it

Baldy told his ass to move around before he lose it

We ain't with that new shit, don't try to send a new dick

I be with them chickas, they go crazy, they go stupid

Money on my mind, we count money, we can't lose it

We be really turning up, we fuck around, get a new hit

And when we fuck around, get a new hit

Thinking how I'ma do this

Rolling pressure, got a new set

You see it, watch it, y'all look for me, I'm on cool shit

That shit, we smoked up on the zone, now I be moving

They be tryna freeze the bank, cause we go through shit

Money counter jamming, thumbing through a blue slip

You can't cop a Phantom, they gon' say how you do this

They be clueless, money ruthless

I know niggas that would be the bitch like this Luke Chris

I don't ever want your bitch, I want some new shit

They said we up next, they know we do this

Tell me what you want, I'm on the type of time you want

Don't be tryna tell me bullshit, don't be tryna lead me on

And I ain't tryna hear it, nigga, get on the shit that we be on

I heard they listen to the music, it be thumping through the song

It be late nights in the streets like they be on

Sitting doing wrongs, never writing verses through the songs

It's the mood I'm on, tryna see them all

100 million, put my niggas on

Designer, it be fresh shit, they be flashin