For the night Lyrics

U, U, Ublockhead

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Look at how the tree break down

Bet you couldn't put that in a blunt

Couldn't match if you want

Spendin' like six on the drugs tell the plug

I'll be back in a month

I'll be back in a month

That ain't no cap, no wolf, real rap, all facts, no bluff

Money talk, boy, hush

You mad, I'm just in my lil' bag, I'm clutch

Hit Saks Fifth Ave in a rush

I done got took from my tuck

See green when a nigga show his true colors

Stack a hundred bills, it's the Blues Brothers

Might spend it on a Cancun summer

Tryna hit the beach with a freak and a drink

Johnny hit a bitch quicker than a snooze button

If she tryna fuck, I might bruise something

Thick bitch so cold, she gon' fall through for the night

Roll your own blunt if you want, do what you like

Straight shots with no ice

Intend to turn the bitch to my type

yea thats my type

She gon' end up where her end up

By the end of the night

All of my bitches conceited

You can ask, you don't believe me

She wanna fuck with a nigga

She can come fuck with a nigga

I call up the plug when I need him

Tryna take your bitch every weekend

She wanna fuck with a nigga

She can come fuck with a nigga, hey,

Lose a body, pick a body

I can pick up anybody

Choose her wisely, I could probably

Get a fill up on her body

She like to smoke and choke, I let her row the boat

Let me drive the boat!

She like to snort and blow, I let her stroke the pole

I am not good with a tease

Either she bout it or the bitch you can leave

You can come follow when I take the lead

Not with the problems when smoking my weed

Not for the nonsense when holding my cream

I can get violent when I'm off the bean

I can get rowdy when I'm on the scene

I'm like a rocket when I'm off the steam

Thick bitch so cold, she gon' fall through for the night

Roll your own blunt if you want, do what you like

Straight shots with no ice

Intend to turn the bitch to my type

yea thats my type

She gon' end up where her end up

By the end of the night

All of my bitches conceited

You can ask, you don't believe me

She wanna fuck with a nigga

She can come fuck with a nigga

I call up the plug when I need him

Tryna take your bitch every weekend

She wanna fuck with a nigga

She can come fuck with a nigga,

Call me mister, big stuff

I got that bag, you can hit up

Bro like a bitch, I can fix her

She serving good, so I tip her

I'm not with the fuckery, you'll be in love with me

I can't commit to you neither

And no, you ain't special, but you can come help me

Roll me a dutch of this reefer

I got a bag aint no need for your plug

She got a ass that'll fill up a tub

I blow the smoke I might cough up a lung

Call for a zap and no need for no dub

We gon' hit baby box, watch how the city rocks

Drop her ass and her titties out

Wait till we get it out, she gotta fill me out,

Who wanna see what I'm ready bout?

Thick bitch so cold, she gon' fall through for the night

Roll your own blunt if you want, do what you like

Straight shots with no ice

Intend to turn the bitch to my type

yea thats my type

She gon' end up where her end up

By the end of the night

All of my bitches conceited

You can ask, you don't believe me

She wanna fuck with a nigga

She can come fuck with a nigga

I call up the plug when I need him

Tryna take your bitch every weekend

She wanna fuck with a nigga

She can come fuck with a nigga, hey,