Late Night ft. Ruiznix & Cxay Lyrics

We had them late night racks, uh

Walk up in saks, uh

I got a few bands in the duffel depositing bags trying to see where I'm at, huh

That nigga said that he mad, okay

I can see why haters mad today

Speak on the guys you a castaway

I'm on climb I'm boutta fadeaway

Like woah, these niggas don't want no smoke

Switching lanes outta control

Going to fast never slow

Your bitch on my phone like leave me alone

Talkin that shit nigga watch your tone

I done made 20 racks off a phone

I done got plenty bands I want more

Nigga was talkin hot, no show

Yeah, no show he know better than to get involved

My money be long, money be long my money evolve

And I came from the ground no holding me down, don't need for no cap and gown

Got all this money so imma just lounge

Watch who you talkin to

Give me my crown imma king, when I walk in they ask where I been

I told 'em I had to run it up again

Got all my pockets filled and you can't

Hop in the lamb and I'm push through the wind

Goin to fast and the cops like chill

Just like a late night I'm passing all these stars

And I feel like a metal man cause I'm rockin all these chrome hearts

Don't care what the weather is I'm going to far yeah I'm getting them yards

Ain't no comparing our teams we ain't on the same charts

And I don't know why they hate more

They talk down on my name I don't care ignore

I can't hang with lames and I can't save a whore

She playing like a game I told her hit the door

I wanna get paid, need another source

I took a walk in the rain, I went through the storm

I just want me a bag

When you cop me a diamond bracelet

No I'm not trying to brag

Eliantte in rotation

I'm high off this gas

That hatin shit is overrated

Go and get your bae

Don't hit my phone, my phone dnd

You like what you see in me

That hatin shit ain't old to me

I just want to know if you gon' ride with me

She want a peice of me

I'm already on it bet that thing

Told girl just let me be

I'm not missing you, so how could you miss me

I'm just trying to see it through, "you don't miss me?"

I'd rather be alone

I want to get rich, but I'll never sell my soul

No this isn't Frozen, but I had to let her go

She wet like the ocean when I'm in it she on go

She keep on hittin me doin the most

We had them late night racks, uh

Walk up in saks, uh

I got a few bands in the duffel depositing bags trying to see where I'm at, huh

That nigga said that he mad, ok

I can see why haters mad today

Speak on the guys you a castaway

I'm on climb I'm boutta fadeaway

Like woah, these niggas don't want no smoke

Switching lanes outta control

Going to fast never slow

Your bitch on my phone like leave me alone

Talkin that shit nigga watch your tone

I done made 20 racks off a phone

I done got plenty bands I want more

Nigga was talkin hot, no show