Late Night (feat. Juicy J)

Your boy Juicy J, yeah

Y'all know what it is

Better hide your girl, mane, we looking for her

I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships

I-I-I be on that late night shit

They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit

They be on that late night shit

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four

Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy

If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

On that late night shit, on that late night shit

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

(We on that) on that late night shit

(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

Is this all for me? It's finna be a great night

A lot of fish in the sea, I'm feeling like a great bite

Girl, you got a face like oh, oh

Might wanna see you in the daytime, oh, oh

If the money don't sleep, I won't close my eyes for a second

You come first, I come second

'Bout to give you this blessin', finna teach you this lesson

Get you out of that dress and I don't know nothing 'bout affection

What's up? If you wanna spend some time

Baby, you know when the club is over, over

I'mma let you know ahead of time

Baby, I

I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships

I-I-I be on that late night shit

They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit

They be on that late night shit

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four

Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy

If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

On that late night shit, on that late night shit

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

(We on that) on that late night shit

(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

All my dawgs so gon' let a dawg on

One night stand, you wake up, I'm long gone

Girl, quit playing, Juicy J can't be your man

No discussion, bitch, fiddling, fucking then toss you with the bands

She ratchet, Dirty Diana, doing anything to get on that camera

Straight shot trying to get her Instagram up

On the internet getting niggas jammed up

Know your type the only thing I'm spending with you is the night

Turn you on it and if the face looking right I might hit it twice

Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back

Might as well work at least the way she give me cab

She throwing that like a quarterback

Call me Warren Sapp, I tackle that

Hit me when I'm in your town, I'm smashing that

Hit a nigga up if you 'bout that life

Let's get fucked up, yeah, bring your girls

Ending up on that tub, but for now we on this club

My hands all on your butt, you grabbing all on my what?

She can say, she can say, baby let 'em talk about it

You know like I know that they don't know about us

You know like I know you wanna give me all love

You know like I know so baby tell me what's up?

What's up? If you wanna spend some time

Baby, you know when the club is over, over

I'mma let you know ahead of time

Baby, I

I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships

I-I-I be on that late night shit

They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit

They be on that late night shit

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four

Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy

If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

On that late night shit, on that late night shit

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit

(We on that) on that late night shit

(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)

Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit