Night Time ft. Pharm0 Lyrics

Acting like they ratchet

It's getting out of fashion

I'm running out of passes

Tryna find my mansion

You know that's where the stash is

I left her in the past tense

They acting like they ratchet

It's getting out of fashion

I'm running out of passes

I'm tryna find my mansion

You know that's where the stash is

I left her in the past tense

I left her in the

Yea, Tell me what you need, tell me what you want

I got money in the back but man I promise not to flaunt

Said you a big steppa, when they say the price you lookin lost

Said you sorry for the lies but you sorry you got caught

(I Love you Pharm0)

And I ain't really tryna talk

Have conversations with my mic until a nigga is on top

Said he'll do better than me, man I really wish you luck

But if he sayin shit like that then I think the nigga sippin wock

Party in the night time

Party in the night until the sun pull up inside

Walking on the ceiling

Walking on the ceiling baby I ain't even high yet

Cup of the purple

Don't need no trouble I step over hurdles

Mess with my boys and you praying for murder

Gas in the Benz boy we moving on further

We be out here with the cash

Got some racks inside the bag

Money longer pockets fat

Current King and that's a fact

Acting like they ratchet

It's getting out of fashion

I'm running out of passes

Tryna find my mansion

You know that's where the stash is

I left her in the past tense

They acting like they ratchet

It's getting out of fashion

I'm running out of passes

I'm tryna find my mansion

You know that's where the stash is

I left her in the past tense

I left her in the

Chopping life up every night

Walking on the ceiling vibes

See it don't really matter

Mix the addy with the henny time

Everybody wasted they be laying on the floor

Shawty coming closer damn I know she want some more

Down a bottle like a shot

Feeling Ricch like this a box

Ain't no choppa this a Glock

Nigga know I own the block

Chop a couple years off baby I'm too drunk to care

Somebody must have laced it cos I'm soaring through the air

Man I'm soaring through the air

Got my fingers in her hair

Tell me where you wanna go, baby I can take you there

Niggas mad that they ain't me, no one said life would be fair

I'm jus tryna make the money and I ain't trying to share

I'm going up, don't know if you aware

I spit bars upon bars and you niggas can't compare

That lil boy was talking shit, when I pull up he lookin scared

I hope yall know I'm the king, this a throne not a chair

Acting like they ratchet

It's getting out of fashion

I'm running out of passes

Tryna find my mansion

You know that's where the stash is

I left her in the past tense

They acting like they ratchet

It's getting out of fashion

I'm running out of passes

I'm tryna find my mansion

You know that's where the stash is

I left her in the past tense

I left her in the