DATE NIGHT (feat. T.H.C. & Darius)

Hey there lil mama, think I got us an idea
Let me take you on a date we'll go munch case of beer yeah
Smoke a fucking J mobbing down the golden gate
Hold that shit tight, don't spill the consommé
You my main thing but only for the day
Thinking shit is funny, this is not a fucking game
Know I go ghost right when you start to play
Don't talk down lil mama or get put to shame

Pull up to the club faded down yeah I'm steezy
Got the white forces you won't find a fuckin' crease
I'm so high just smoked an eighth in a fuckin' bleezy
Do they understand I do this shit with goddamn ease

Hit the strip in the VIP with the truey on my ass
Got a zip in the whip so we better make it last
Got the seat belt on my hip just in case we gone crash
All the bitches gone hate but you know I just laugh
And you know she get wet when I stack it in advance
All the ice up on neck gonna put her in a trance
Now we fucking up a check, ain't no dirt up on my hands
I might take you on a trip, fuck around and go to France

Girl don't tease me
Making hits yeah I do that shit easy
When you come into my room you gone please me
With the money yeah I love that shit deeply
With me yeah she gonna get freaky
She a freak for Louis V
I want it on my bag and the gold up on my teeth
Stars in the ceiling with designer on my sleeve
Told her to step back she ain't nothing but a treesh
I only hit it once then you know that I'ma leave
Don't ever have to run so my sneakers won't crease
I met her at the party we end up in the sheets
And in the fuckin' morning man she back in the streets

Hey there lil mama, think I got us an idea
Let me take you on a date we'll go munch case of beer yeah
Smoke a fucking J mobbing down the golden gate
Hold that shit tight, don't spill the consommé
You my main thing but only for the day
Thinking shit is funny, this is not a fucking game
Know I go ghost right when you start to play
Don't talk down lil mama or get put to shame

Why you off the leash? Acting pretty wild
At my fucking crib screaming at me like a child
Whining when I won't give you that fucking D
Complaining when you can't get that new Louis V
I can't handle any sort of out of pocket hoe
She started throwing sneakers at my muhfuckin' dome
Yeah that's the last straw it's time for you to go
I kicked her out the crib and sent her fuckin' home