Late Nights , City Lights

Countin ‘ up the digits in the shadows where I dwell Money flowin' heavy , man, you know I cast a spell, Whippin’ in the dark, got the coupe looking’ stealth, Girls all around me saying “BabyFleek your so fine let me get your number" yeah, they know I stack the wealth. Late Nights, City Lights is shining my bling I be in the NBA dunking and balling on these broke boys you actually put on sport center instead big ZA I be in the NFL head tapping all these boys but I got 15 Bands in bank chasing all these checks but it’s no time to waste I drive hellcats and trackhawks I’m way to cold to give you all of this drip yeah a lot of opps are hating on me yeah I’m millionaire and I’d be feeling like Lil Wayne cause I do not write stuff cause I don’t got time for it yeah you gotta cash app me 1000 2000 and $5000 I be from Trenches do not hate on me or else if you hating on me I’m going to take your girl and she coming with me I’m sorry bro. And I’d be Felling like zeddy will I can’t go broke. I can’t give you money. I’m sorry, bro. You broke boys and free my homie smurk.