Around Midnight (feat. Mykestro & Glasses Malone)

Honeys

This is for the honeys

Ain't up on me, get educated

Tell the higher ups, cut the paycheck

You don't wanna see me aggravated

Put me with the honeys, it get X-rated

Get you on the dance floor, that's my task

Think I wanna take you home now and stab

You cute, and that's for sure, pockets never low

So I know you got me if I ever hit ya phone

Ring-ring, new number, who this?

She still think about me if I ever put it in

Back in '01, we used to rock our clothes big

Hung up when she said, "I got four kids"

No fear, really, I'm the only pro here

Puttin' in work, and I got the most shares

So I really might leave the store with both pair

I observe

Everybody got the same sound now days

Everybody claim they from the town now days

Everybody say they got money

Everybody claim they got a drop top

All these pretty girls, you better pick one

West side the whole time, never switched up

Invite me to ya shit, I might twist one

All the real ballers, freeze ya wrist up

Chili Fritos, Playas Punch

We been doin' this for years, y'all just catchin' up

Program directors is a little outta touch

Ask her if she fuck with Dom K, she like, "Duh"

Meet up at the pier one time, chop it up

Squares can't figure why these ladies watchin' us

Is it these Gucci suede loafers? I don't know

Been to Cabo, and I dipped the 5.0

I wanna help her out them clothes

Here to stack these O's, the SuperSport sit low

With white letters on the toes

Keep a bankroll, and never will I fold

Never

Everybody got the same sound now days

Everybody claim they from the town now days

Everybody claim they got money

Everybody say they got a drop top

These **** ain't got nothin' for me

Everybody say they keep a Glock hot

Same **** take off runnin'

Soon as the muthafuckin' shots pop

She movin' like she ain't got no hubby, yeah

Me and the buddies 'bout to hot box

Them bitches can't come if they ugly, yeah

All of my boppers gotta be top notch

Look, gangstas don't dance or do the Dougie, yeah

Titties lookin' lovely in they crop top

Gold hunnid spokes on the Cutty, uh

The leather Cortez with the high socks

All these pretty girls you better pick one (You better pick one)

West side the whole time, never switched up (Never switched up)

Invite me to ya shit, I might twist one (I might twist one)

All the real ballers freeze ya wrist up (Wrist up)

Check this out, ****, what's better

A '87 GNX, max numbers with the pink slip

Or a Ferrari, ****, where you owe sixty pangers?

Thought so

Everybody got the same sound now days

Everybody claim they from the town now days

Everybody claim they got money (Got money)

Everybody say they got a drop top

Everybody got the same sound now days

Everybody claim they from the town now days

Everybody claim they got money

Everybody say they got a drop top

All these pretty girls, you better pick one

West side the whole time, never switched up (Never switched up)

Invite me to ya shit, I might twist one

All the real ballers, freeze ya wrist up

All these pretty girls, you better pick one (Pick one)

West side the whole time, never switched up

Invite me to ya shit, I might twist one (I might twist one)

All the real ballers, freeze ya wrist up

West side the whole time