DJ Mustard - Midnight Run lyrics

(Verse) Hollywood but it’s north-west sidey 2-0-6 like the number of bones in yo body She bought a room for us and I boned in the lobby If you hit the room you would owe more than Gadhafi Eatin first Teriyaki, purple and brown harachi Sloppy toppy got me naughty and I see rentals in my chi tea Copy, copy All these n***as ever do so much I’m feeling like I’m not me f** with the one time none time You subtract, I look the racks plus sign I’m never off, Garth Brooks had going pop With my white b**h, never look back USC pound a whole key in her book bag Parents set a trust fund for er and I took that sponsored links No, I need it Get your life fore the grim reaper get it When she goes bankrupt then he can get it Rockin team with you’re fitted I quit it like a Cochrane cakes Take my pickings, then I roll like a Stockton play This Christian was raised with j**s Would knock yo b**h if she came in nude But she through (Hook x2) God, if I gotta go At the funeral Could I get all my hoes in the front row? I need all my hoes in the front row All my hoes in the front row (Verse) Wuddup? Young Dober, I stay with bad b**hes I mean b**hes so bad I use my crib to add attention Tried to tell em it was pimpin but these n***as never listen Find er right up Manchester if yo baby mama missin s**er poof n***a, I’m the truth Money through the roof Everything slow but paper off a 7 of that juice Ridin coupes, leanin with yo boo This sh** what I do I go old hunneds in my wrap, sh** ain’t nothing new I got Mustard on the bidny and yo b**h on the fitny I keep stacks on top, boy yo dollars all pigmey Aye I’m ballin on em, stay tryna defend me Steady takin shots at n***as man but that sh** don’t offend me I just made another 50 through my e-mail n***a For this rap we ballin hard and so they retail n***a Run yo mouth about the kids, you like a female, n***a Yo show money couldn’t get my whip a D tail n***a Aye, young boys pullin euros out the lot Man I would take yo girl but I heard that b**h about I got homies who got plots and got mo homies than flock You wanna be rich out the hood, it’s best you think up out the box, aye Told this world that its f** you, pay me For the last 8 months I rolled around in a Mercedes Talkin Lexus, drop head Caddies And b**hes don’t call me by my name, they call me Crook (Hook x2) God, if I gotta go At the funeral Could I get all my hoes in the front row? I need all my hoes in the front row All my hoes in the front row (Verse) My, if I gotta go, just take life slow They bein haters online, that’s a typo Young Veggies, I’m bout to give the game lipo She bust it open for the fee, you getting pisto I’m rightin wrongs, write songs and we don’t wife hoes Mustard on the beat, that’s gon make the function go I’m makin money while I’m swaggin, that’s a W You the first and lose, comin in number 2 f** you sayin hoe? Let yo man loose She leave me for a lame? She a lame too I’m out here getting to it, tryna keep my name true Mama used me in the shower like shampoo I know they told you I’m the boy but I’m the man too Could make a chick think but I could make it dance too My cousin took er here and he know wussup I’m putting money on his books while I’m rollin up The best part about it, when I make you open up And then I turn you round back, stripes be going up Young n***as run the city, I signed a declaration Alcohol in yo system, she saw that temptation We split them hoes up, I call it segregation Siroc might show her panties Now that’s that product placement I’ll rock them Puma Suedes, we do them Pradas too Wasn’t rappin I could be a fashion model too (Hook x2) God, if I gotta go At the funeral Could I get all my hoes in the front row? I need all my hoes in the front row All my hoes in the front row