Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line is after midnight, Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line.
You got needs, I got what you need, It’s so good ima bring you to ya knees, You looking good girl you need some high fashion, It’s first-class when you rollin' out with me, Money be callin', you know dat I answer, Way dat you movin' dat body like dancers, Hope dat you don’t mind I pull out my camera, You just do yo thing, we gone shoot a scene, When I pop a Xanny I might need some bed rest, Servin' Off White in the trap dead fresh, In a jump, pushing work leg press, Put you on a test just to see where to head at, Run off in yo spot be like where dat bread at, Rollin off a addy so my eyes dead red, I ain’t even vote but I need dead presidents, Drop me da location I’m pullin' up yo residence, in the late night.
Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line is after midnight, Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line.

You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,
I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby,
I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I get sick,
I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.

Money steady callin' got me answering,

Saran wrapping them packages wit Vaseline,
They think I work at the corner store got gasoline,
Know da vibes, even wit a stick you never beat the price,
Know dat I get it, run up da digits,
All of my pockets, money can’t fit it,
Girl, I’m a dog, give me da kitty,
Know ima hit it I get to da city,
Mane I’m addicted to hustle committed,
DNA I got Benjamin in me,
Seen a likk, I’m so tempted to hit it,
Then ima call a Uber when we finish.

Rollin' up the doh I feel like Homer Simpson,
Baby I'm a mack but don't play with my pimping,
We can ball together like we Jordan
Pippen Moral of the story I don't do the trippin’,

You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,

I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby, I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I gzt sick, I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.