| The night is what you make of it
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| I hear em talking money, but we making it
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| The Rolex tick tock, oh yes he faking it
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| And she just want a dope boy
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| She wit' it, she wit' it
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| She wit' it, she wit' it
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| The night is what you make of it
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| I hear em talking money, but we making it
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| Stop playing, baby you don’t know what you been missing
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| I want to see if you can twerk for this college tuition
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| Her man playing defense like he play for the Pistons
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| She asked me where I want to do it, I say in the kitchen
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| I just left the trap, my pockets
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| At the drop of a dime they’re dropping their clothes
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| Let her suck me in the Maybach, curtains they close
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| I been getting to the money, that’s something they know
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| But don’t get exposed, they come and they go
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| She loving the throw, she loving my flow
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| Straight to the business, I said let’s get it
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| She started giggling, I knew she with it
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| The night is what you make of it
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| I hear em talking money, but we making it
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| The Rolex tick tock, oh yes he faking it
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| And she just want a dope boy
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| She wit' it, she wit' it
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| She wit' it, she wit' it
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| The night is what you make of it
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| I hear em talking money, but we making it
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| credits and a film, we making a movie
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| But turn the diamonds in my car, I know it’s confusing
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| She want to ride with a star, she ain’t with the losers
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| I feel like I’m Austin Powers, baby let’s get groovy
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| molly in my stick, I blow, she make a wish
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| She said a song never ever make her feel like this
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| She left her thong all at home, and her man alone
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| I’m going strong, I go long, then I send her home
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| She on the phone and she want to bring a friend along
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| Double penetration, she on the reservation
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| You’re not the baby, you know I’m paper chasing
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| She like «I get it», she with it
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| The night is what you make of it
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| I hear em talking money, but we making it
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| The Rolex tick tock, oh yes he faking it
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| And she just want a dope boy
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| She wit' it, she wit' it
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| She wit' it, she wit' it
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| The night is what you make of it
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| I hear em talking money, but we making it |