Okay

All black Benz, kush in the wind
Bumping old Khaled shit, 'All I Do is Win'
Switch to 50 cent, turn on Many Men like Lil Kim
Every time 50 say 'Many Men' I hit the kush again
And he say 'Many Men, wish death upon' (inhale)
These niggas fake, and every synonym
They stalking my Instagram, on Facebook its 'add a friend'
But they never knew me now, and they kind of knew me then
And that's why my weed man
Gets paid for that headband
And bitches jump on my head like Sonic do Egg-man
Just trying to ball, call Lebron like 'where is Akron'
If money was sentence though, my shit would be an acronym
That's small as hell like micro-braids done by Africans
Money's not the world, but having it's sweeter than saccharine
Just trying to treat tonight like my last
The sky is the limit my ass, what we tell them

Alright, okay
Tonight is the night, okay
We're going to get right, okay
Okay, okay
Alright, okay
Tonight is the night, okay
We going to get right, okay
Okay

Drink drink, smoke smoke, all we do is party
I love my Malibu, but I want the new Ferrari
My job ain't gonna be my job if they tally up them tardies
These rappers is my sons but I won't show up to Maury
Exes stressing me texting messages, saying sorry
Guess they ain't hear that last line, I won't show up to Maury
I was in a suite, shit was bout 11 stories
With a chick that sucks more than the graphics on Atari
She called up her weed man, he fronted that headband
That old Katt Williams shit, that 'this that deaf man'
Terius Nash, one hit, I start to 'Dream' away
Dreams of tying ('Ty n') Dolla Signs all that's missing is Mila J
Used to dodge me now everybody wanna see my face
Got my chips up now everybody wanna Frito Lay
But life is great, since you wanna know
Like Florida Evans playing craps, let the Good Times roll

Alright, okay
Tonight is the night, okay
We're going to get right, okay
Okay, okay
Alright, okay
Tonight is the night, okay
We going to get right, okay
Okay

This game is cold
But I stick to the code
It ain't 'bout what you know
It's 'bout who you know
It ain't 'bout what you can
It's 'bout what you did
And if you haven't done
Then you gonna get did
Alright, ok
Glad I got that out the way
The real struggle is staying relevant unlike Pelle Pelle
I give my fans that TLC like Left Eye, T-Boz and Chili
And all my shows be jumping like Blake Griffin be out in L.A.
That's why my weed man
Gets paid for that headband
That shit that have you like 'huh', but you heard what I said man
I got the world in my pocket, I pull it out for y'all
Now watch it drop back in the pocket that's word to Brett Favre
Critics dissing, they never listen, listen I feel for y'all
My flow like Tiger Woods' golf scores, shit so above par
Fuck what the critics say
All of these lights like Rihanna and Kanye
Tonight's the night
Wait

Alright, okay
Tonight is the night, okay
We're going to get right, okay
Okay, okay
Alright, okay
Tonight is the night, okay
We going to get right, okay
Okay



Credits
Writer(s): Canton Jones, Ramona Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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