Tonight
Tonight gonna be a fight in the bed So don't leave Me on read
Cause I'ma think you're dead I'm just tryna make You wet, ayy
Leave you dripping sweat I'm whipping in the vet
Finna cop some VVS
What is going on? Did I make you nauseous
Took too many pills, shit, now I feel unconscious
I just want the money, Chico, to be honest
I just want them commas and commas so I'll be Ballin
How to get the bag? I'ma run it up
Some money on my friends so I'll be better off Tell Me when your man's left
I don't give a fuck, it's all fake Can you get into my Bed
I need you in my bed tonight
Tonight
Tonight, gonna be a fight in the bed So don't leave Me on read
Cause I'ma think you're dead I'm just tryna make You wet, ayy
Leave you dripping sweat I'm whipping in the vet
Finna cop some VVS, yeah I'm gonna go cop some VVS, ayy
Put it on my wrist I got all these commas
And you ain't gonna catch up to me When I'm Cruising down the street
In my brand new C8 She just wanna eat the tip
She be slurping it down Every time I put it in her Mouth
She ain't never coming home
Tonight, gonna be a fight in the bed So don't leave Me on read
Cause I'ma think you're dead I'm just tryna make You wet, ayy
Leave you dripping sweat I'm whipping in the vet
Finna cop some VVS, yeah
Cause I'ma think you're dead I'm just tryna make You wet, ayy
Leave you dripping sweat I'm whipping in the vet
Finna cop some VVS
What is going on? Did I make you nauseous
Took too many pills, shit, now I feel unconscious
I just want the money, Chico, to be honest
I just want them commas and commas so I'll be Ballin
How to get the bag? I'ma run it up
Some money on my friends so I'll be better off Tell Me when your man's left
I don't give a fuck, it's all fake Can you get into my Bed
I need you in my bed tonight
Tonight
Tonight, gonna be a fight in the bed So don't leave Me on read
Cause I'ma think you're dead I'm just tryna make You wet, ayy
Leave you dripping sweat I'm whipping in the vet
Finna cop some VVS, yeah I'm gonna go cop some VVS, ayy
Put it on my wrist I got all these commas
And you ain't gonna catch up to me When I'm Cruising down the street
In my brand new C8 She just wanna eat the tip
She be slurping it down Every time I put it in her Mouth
She ain't never coming home
Tonight, gonna be a fight in the bed So don't leave Me on read
Cause I'ma think you're dead I'm just tryna make You wet, ayy
Leave you dripping sweat I'm whipping in the vet
Finna cop some VVS, yeah
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Writer(s): Kaleb Gibson
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