Around Midnight

[Intro] Honeys This is for the honeys [Verse 1] 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 fasho, pockets never low, so I know you got me if I ever hit ya phone Ring ring, new number, who dis? 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 fo' 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... [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Chili Fritos, Playa's Punch, we been doing this for years yall just catchin' up Program directors is a little out of 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 Super Sport sit low with white letters on the toes Keep a bank roll and never will I fold Never! [Bridge] 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 [Verse 3] Mykestro These niggas ain't got nothing for me Everybody say they keep a Glock hot Same nigga 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 Them titties lookin lovely in they crop top Gold 100 spokes on the Cutty, uh The leather Cortez with the high socks [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Glasses Malone Wrist up Check this out nigga, what's better? A '87 GNX Max Numbers with the pink slip, or a Ferrari nigga, when you on 60 ???? Thought so [Bridge x2] 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 [Chorus x2] 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 West side the whole time...