What a Night

100 k for the look yea
Damn I think I got em shook yea
I should go and write a book yea
I forgot to write the hook
Told em to pass me the sprite that was a hell of a sprite
Big dawg COD jetflight high as a kite that was a hell of a night

100 k to make the chest glow
Got a dollar like Creflo
Wrist water hit the breast stroke
Shoot my shot like Im Death stroke
Sing to ya girl like im tank tho
King of the hill like im hank tho
Might charge yo ass for a Crank beat
Then tax that ass for the Crank flo
I think I need a fiancé I think I need a fiancé
I should go and get a time machine just to pull up on beyonce
I gotta make me a profit I gotta make me a profit
If she falling hard I tell her to stop it then listen to future when I'm feeling toxic
Weight on my shoulders like backpacks
Ahead of my time I dont backtrack
We be looking like the game winner
Yall be looking like the rat pack
And Im waiting on the check to clear tell yo manager to fax that that
Caught a quick flight to the plug even Odell wouldnt catch that
I Mean damn yall just wanna do a album
Shit
Why not

100 k for the look yea
Damn I think I got em shook yea
I should go and write a book yea
I forgot to write the hook
Told em to pass me the sprite that was a hell of a sprite
Big dawg COD jetflight high as a kite that was a hell of a night

Big Dawg not with that playing and shit
If I fetch a stick Im spraying that bitch
Pack on the way and I praying it hit
If its on my mind then Im saying the shit
She on the way Im delaying the bitch
Her brother got dope Im okaying the lick
Outta state trapping Im paying the lyft
One hell of a night and Im staying lit
Big Dawg in the bitch Wit COD and JetFlight
Pour me up a cup just To get right
Sit tight We in for a long night
I mix my liquor with a sprite
I sip my lean with cubes of ice
I made a choice to live this life
I Dont need yo help I quite alright
Memphis nigga I might tear up the club
Dont sip my cup its spiked with drugs
In Zone 6 Crankman my plug
Stayed the game I dont need a sub
Play with my money Im ready for war
Ran outta bags Im ready for more
Like good girls that fuck like whores
So many songs Im ready for tour
Damn thats it
Big Dawg

100 k for the look yea
Damn I think I got em shook yea
I should go and write a book yea
I forgot to write the hook
Told em to pass me the sprite that was a hell of a sprite
Big dawg COD jetflight high as a kite that was a hell of a night

That was a hell of a night
That was a hell of a night
That was a hell of a night
Big dawg COD jetflight high as a kite that was a hell of a night

All of this hatin
I don't feel no love
Hop on a jet
Quick flight to the plug
Nursin the beat we dont do scrubs
We call ya Jackson
Cause you is a dub
Don't get it twisted Im in that mode
After I hit her she hop on the road
Bitch I gotta go
Im chasin a check If niggas is foul then I catch a tech
And Im wit the big dawg ain't never no lackin
Shooters holla GB when they got the pack in
All this shit is trappin top off no cappin
Put you on the scene know we bout that action
Know we bout that action
Know we bout that action
Big dawg COD jetflight high as a kite that was a hell of a night



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Writer(s): Phillip Holder
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