Nights out Lyrics

Where you wanna go on vacation

Where

Where do you wanna go

What? Jamaica

Yeah

Bahama

Jamaica

Uh

Don't worry

I'll call you back

Uh

Yeah

See my shorty know I'm getting paper

Paper

Taking flights down to Jamaica

Jamaica

You a wife now, they gon' hate you

Turn my life around, fuck the haters

Uh

I took you on long trips

Hit you with long dick

You showing your little posts

Showing them that you lit

I bought that Bermane, that's just your lil' gift

I need a lit shorty, shaking her lil' hips

She hitting the blue water, taking her lil' pics

I'm hitting the blue water, showing her how I live

Uh

Money ain't a thing for a nigga like me

Excursion, yeah, I'm splurging

Body so bad in my mind, she perfect

Flew her to some islands, you know she deserve it

I'ma spend a bag, I know that you worth it

This is real love, you know I'm gon' show it

See my shorty know I'm getting paper

Paper

Taking flights down to Jamaica

Jamaica

You a wife now, they gon' hate you

Hate you

Turn my life around, fuck the haters

Haters

Yeah

Yeah