Mustard - Midnight Run lyrics

Cardo on the beat! Mustard on tha beat, ho!

Hollywood, but it's northwest side-y
Two oh-six
Like the number of bones in your body
She bought a room for us
And I boned in the lobby
If you hit the room
You would owe more than Gaddafi
Eating first teriyaki
Purple and brown Huaraches
Sloppy toppy got me knock-kneed
Oxy Reynolds in my chai tea copy chk! Copy
All these niggas effort do so much
I'm feeling like I'm not me
Shit, fuck with the one-time none-time
You subtracts, I let the racks plus-sign
I'm never off, Garth Brooks hat
Going pop with my white
Bitch never look back, uSC
Pound of whole E in her book bag
Parents had a trust fund for her
And I took that know I need it
Get your life 'fore the Grim Reaper get it
When she goes bankrupt then, he can get it
Rocking Tim Witcher fitted
Ac-quitted like a Cochran case
Take my Pickens then
I roll like a Stockton play
This Christian was raised with Jews
Wouldn't knock your bitch if
She came in new, but she through
God, if I gotta go, for the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row
God, if I gotta go, at the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
(Woo-woo! Woo-woo)
I need all my hoes in the front row
(yeah, yeah)
All my hoes in the front row (Woo-woo) crazy

Yuh! Young Duke, I stay with bad bitches
I mean, bitches so bad
I use my crib to add attention (Right)
Tried to told 'em this was pimpin'
But these niggas never listen (Ha)
Find her right off Manchester if
Your baby mama missing (Woo-woo)
Sucker-proof, nigga, I'm the truth
Money through the roof (yeah)
Everything slow but paper off a
Seven of that juice (Hanh?)
Riding coupes, leaning with your boo
This shit what I do (Whoa)
I got old hundreds in my rap
Shit ain't nothing new (Swag)
I got Mustard on the bid-neat
(Hah?) , and your bitch on the fid-neet
I keep stacks on tall, boy
Your dollars all pygmy, ayy
I'm ballin' on them, stay tryna defend me
(Hanh?) steady taking shots at niggas, man
But that shit don't offend me
I just made another fifty through my email
Nigga (Right)
'Fore this rap, we bought it
Whole and sold it retail, nigga
(Right) run your mouth about the kid
You like a female, nigga
(Mhm) your show money couldn't get my
Whip a detail, nigga, ayy
(Woo-woo-woo-woo)
Young boys pulling Euros out the lot (Ayy)
Man, I would take your girl
But I heard that bitch a bop (Bop)
I got homies who got plots and
Got more homies that flock
You wan' be rich out the hood? It's
Best you think about the box, ayy
(Swag)
Told this world that it's, "Fuck you
Pay me!" for the last eight months
I rolled around in a Mercedes
(Go 'n' tell 'em)
Talking Lexus, drop head Caddys (Ayy)
And bitches don't call me by my name
They call me pssh! Crooked!
God, if I gotta go, for the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row
God, if I gotta go, at the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row crazy

Yeah! Ma, if I gotta go, just take life slow
(Slow)
They being haters online that's a typo
Young Veggies I'm 'bout to
Give the game lipo (Whoa)
She bust it open for the
Free you getting priced, though
I right wrongs, write songs
And we don't wife hoes
Mustard on the beat that's gon'
Make the function go (Going)
I'm making money while I'm swagging
That's a W
You the first to lose, coming in number two
(yeah)
Fuck you saying, ho? Let your man loose
She leave me for a lame, she a lame too
I'm out here getting to it
Tryna keep my name true
Mama use me in the shower like shampoo
I know they told you I'm the
Boy, but I'm the man, too
(yeah) could make a chick think, but
I can make her dance, too
My cuzzo took a L, and he know what's up
I'm putting money on his books
While I'm rolling up
The best part about it: when
I make you open up and then
I turn you 'round back-shots be going up
Young niggas run the city
I signed the declaration
Alcohol in your system
She show that temptation
We split them hoes up, I call it segregation
She rock my shirt with panties now
That's that product placement
I rock them Puma suedes we do them Pradas
Too
Wasn't rapping, I could be a fashion model
Too god, if I gotta go, for the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row
God, if I gotta go, at the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row crazy