Late Nights and Early Mornings

Dickie shorts, Bally belt, boxer briefs

Bitch of course this marathon is where you ought to be

Shopping sprees spending thousands on designer jeans

Exotic women Mercedes Benzes with bucket seats

Pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze

It's pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me

Especially when she fishing in this music industry

But luckily she fucked around and fucked with me

Surround myself with the finer things

I guess I'm Hollywood cuz I'm enjoying what my grinding bring

I'm All Money In, dot I-N-C

Minus the major record label time to rise to feet

On every stage I'm giving everything inside of me

But she gon' give it back after the show in the suite

My nigga Rimpee's got a big freak

Down the bottle get cracking over this beat

We smoking good, y'all smell the weed

We finally made it to the plane then we fell asleep

The morning came, the night leave

A little of a work a holic shit I might be

Up at 6 in the morning like I'm Ice T

Spent a grip on the Malcolm X, Spike Lee

Them other rappers never think they like me

On any given day 60 thousand on my white tee

Ain't nothing much but what them dollars bring

Addicted to the rush of money wires and depositing

So no I can't fall asleep at the driver's seat

That's why I wake up to a kush blunt and a Ralo beat

Hard top push the button yo turn the key

Bullet proof cuz I know niggas wanna murder me

I never heard of you

I know you heard of me

And that's the part that make your head hurt

It's 5 in the morning

And I'm talking this thug shit to you

Got it and I want it

Let me run this marathon with you

Cuz I got it on deck baby

I put that on the set baby

I'm kissing on yo neck

Yo pussy get wet

And then we have sex baby

Cuz I got it on deck baby

I put that on the set baby

I get to kissing yo neck

Yo pussy get wet

And then we have sex baby

Ayee

You know the hotel get turnt up if we in it

Smell the kush soon as

You exit the elevators

You hear the music