For the Night

Don't get me wrong, bitch get me right

Don't blow up my phone, no dynamite

She give me them jaws, that shark don't bite

Pussy I eat, don't feed me lies

She say that she gay, I say "hooray" (Yeah)

You just my type (Yeah), I love them dykes (Yeah)

I'm on a pill, she done some white (Shit)

Her thong was red, yeah, I run the light (Nyum)

IG, TikTok, nope, she say she saw me on Triller, yeah

Squad up, squadzilla, yeah

Throw a three hundred thou' out the window, yeah, uh

I'm rich but I'm slimey, go low on lil' mami

I look up, and she say she finna cum

I say "Yeah, I know," she say "Please take it slow"

And I hit her with the E-40 flow

This triple X-Rated, that triple-stacked ecstacy pill make her cum 'til she come undone

She put coke on my dick and her tongue get numb

She too numb to talk shit, she can't pump her gums

I flew to Paris just to say "bonjour"

Flew to Amsterdam just to smoke the good

Flew to Napa Valley just to taste the grapes

Flew to H-Town just to get an eight

I got the industry wanna be me

The same imagery, all I see is lil' me

I'm in the Rolls-Royce with her doonies

Dripping all this milkshake on them Kelis

Like bling in the light

She wanna fuck on the king, not a knight

I pick her up, put her feet in the sky

When we fuck, sound like Tina and Ike

I put some cum in her drink, now it's spiked

She 'bout to drink it like white wine

Can't cry over spilled milk, but that cum look like milk in her mouth

If she spill it, I might cry

Pop the coco, some Rosé, Dom Pérignon

I pull up with a hoe out a catalogue

Drop her off then go pick up her famo

Knock her off, take her shit, then I vamos

Gucci links from the rocks as a choker

Matching bracelet and watch, I'm supposed to

R.I.P. to the Pop, make me smoke ya

S-A-P for the opp, buenos noches

M-O-B to the mob, cosa nostra

L-I-T and I'm high as the voltage

Extra lean, extra pot, extra dosage

Extra cream in the crop, that's the potion

Extra clips, extra shots at your soldiers

Seventeen in the Glock, no emotion

Extra bang, extra pop and explosion

Turn his body to ash, he need lotion

The clock always wrong but I'm right on time

It's Blood gang, bitch, we ball, yeah, like five on five

Fuck that, I'll pop me a seal, pour up a line

You know I got No Ceilings, so touch the sky

Yeah, ho, touch the sky

Little Wayne, No Ceilings 3 (3)

One time for Mack Maine and Nicki Minaj, let's go (Go)