Best Night Ever

[Intro: Kevin Cossom]

MM-MMMM-MMM Maybach Music...

Girl, what you grabbing cash for?

All you need is your passport...

[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

What you know about this life (.. yeah, yeah)

Just relax baby get high (yeah)

You're on your way to the best night ever

No top on the car (no top, no top)

We're out with the stars (yeah)

You're on your way to the best night ever

Bitch, don't, mess, this, up, for, yourself

[Verse 1: Wale]

Uhh... yeah, uhh

Forgetting time, spending several minutes in her eyes

When in her mind it be feeling different in her thighs

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

'Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

A nigga thorough, she knew it before I bought her car

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Love is for optimistics, don't you try and convince me

And her body is steaming, how I need it revealing

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

It's so hard for civilians, thank God you with a boss

You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs

Don't get too far, just play your part, I'll break you off

And one day you'll get my all, it's Insha'Allah.. Wale

[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

What you know about this life (.. yeah, yeah)

Just relax baby get high (yeah)

You're on your way to the best night ever

No top on the car (no top, no top)

We're out with the stars (yeah)

You're on your way to the best night ever

Bitch, don't, mess, this, up, for, yourself

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Ugh, open your eyes wide riding in the Rolls Royce

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I'm only rocking with the niggas that'll kill for me

My hood bitches even got them rocking heels for me

All the jewels on, got about a mil on me

They the strippers but the bitches want to feel on me

Third bottle, feeling like they slipped the pill on me

These niggas snitching, catch a case and cut a deal on me

So fuck a song, writing poems for the real homies

One life to live but they all doing life bids

Everybody coming home deserve a white Benz

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Gucci rocking his gold Rollie, I'm rocking mine

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Until the day I put 100K inside her purse

[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]

What you know about this life (.. yeah, yeah)

Just relax baby get high (yeah)

You're on your way to the best night ever

No top on the car (no top, no top)

We're out with the stars (yeah)

You're on your way to the best night ever

Bitch, don't, mess, this, up, for, yourself