Curren$y, Chase N, Cashe, Raheem DeVaughn - In The Night lyrics
[Curren$y, Chase N, Cashe, Raheem DeVaughn - In The Night lyrics]
Puffy gold Gucci links (Gucci links)
Hang t-shirts in my
Rolling like a skating rink
Got all these hoes to the paint
She don't know about cars too much
But she knows ours is
Cleaner than y'alls stuff
Bad bitches never call y'all up
You do too much shopping in the malls bruh
Too appalled, to ever applaud y'all
I'm in that Rolls-Royce
Plottin on the heist and trying not
To be involved with y'all get your life
Get your wife, she on my shit and I rep
My shit tight, my shit right in the night
Ridin' clean
On my Jet Life rolling through New Orleans
Ladies stop smile and stare
At the light while we put one in the air
Jet life
Dime a dozen seen 'em coming
Walking down my driveway in the morning
I ain’t really want ‘em
Just be fucking on ‘em passing time
Because the bank don’t open until 9
Smoke and ride smoke and grind
Focus like a sober mind
At the same time on dollar signs
Said I claimed, robbed and planned
When I lay your bitch bring me
In the think i’m the man
She took her wedding ring off
And you just making plans planes
Time wasted
When you could have been paper chasing
The money not waiting
How many times can I say it?
Before niggas convey it and they
Really tryina make it
While I’m in it, I’ll try to save it
The storm crew said her
With hella love for the game that he playing
The hustle don’t love you and that’s a fact
Tryina get you and get out but
It ain't come with a map
Hang t-shirts in my
Rolling like a skating rink
Got all these hoes to the paint
She don't know about cars too much
But she knows ours is
Cleaner than y'alls stuff
Bad bitches never call y'all up
You do too much shopping in the malls bruh
Too appalled, to ever applaud y'all
I'm in that Rolls-Royce
Plottin on the heist and trying not
To be involved with y'all get your life
Get your wife, she on my shit and I rep
My shit tight, my shit right in the night
Ridin' clean
On my Jet Life rolling through New Orleans
Ladies stop smile and stare
At the light while we put one in the air
Jet life
Dime a dozen seen 'em coming
Walking down my driveway in the morning
I ain’t really want ‘em
Just be fucking on ‘em passing time
Because the bank don’t open until 9
Smoke and ride smoke and grind
Focus like a sober mind
At the same time on dollar signs
Said I claimed, robbed and planned
When I lay your bitch bring me
In the think i’m the man
She took her wedding ring off
And you just making plans planes
Time wasted
When you could have been paper chasing
The money not waiting
How many times can I say it?
Before niggas convey it and they
Really tryina make it
While I’m in it, I’ll try to save it
The storm crew said her
With hella love for the game that he playing
The hustle don’t love you and that’s a fact
Tryina get you and get out but
It ain't come with a map