[Hook: Corey Hart]
I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can
I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can
(Two chainz)
[Verse 1: Tity Boi]
I am wearin' my sungla**es, I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm blowin' on that [?] watchin' a plasma, what have you
And shorty layin' in my lap, then she sit up in my lap
Tried to take my gla**es off, I'm like, "Uh-uh-uh— none o' that"
[?] wit' a hun'ed packs [?] wit' a hun'ed stacks
I'm ridin' in a fancy car with twenty-somethin's ona that
Yeah you gotta honor that, cause you know we runnin' it
I'm a f**in' soldier, that make my kid an army-brat
Ain't no need o' stallin', when you call, we ain't callin' back
Yeah we want that product, when we rob you we'll take all o' that
Yeah, my sungla**es on, it keep my face tucked
See, when her sungla**es on, yeah that's her make-up
With tinted frames on my eyelids look what I did
I drive with no gasoline like a hybrid
I'm high, b**h. I'm on it, ho
Seven-five-oh on two-eighty-five, peddle on the flo'
[?] in my [?], I fell in love with dough
It's all about that money, that's all you need to know
I can't explain it, I don't know what you drinkin'
See all I care about is p**y, weed, and Ben Franklins
(Aphilliates, n***a. Pay attention, b*atch!)
[Hook: Corey Hart]
I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can
I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can
(Tell these motherf**ers how I do it. Luda!)
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I wear my sungla**es at night-time, never in my right mind
Pushin', peddlin' then movin' that gwop right through that pipeline
Money money's what I see an' money money's what I be in
Freshly dipped from head to toe, flew to Cabo just for the weekend
b**h, that's just how I do it; Oh b**h, I get right to it
Sippin' on some Golden Grain, but my n***as we call it embalmin' fluid
Put a bomb in your mamma's house, put a bomb in your b**h's bed
Meanwhile over on the southside, Ludacris is gettin' head
I'm on that foolish sh**, only got one life to live
I'm shootin' pool wi' Tit, only got five thou' to give
Till I stop tellin' Tit to rack 'em, then we shoot them dice 'n' clack 'em
Later on that night on the southside, we got some b**hes and macked 'em
Right down to their bare-essentials, don't mess wit' 'em on their menstruals
Don't test us like that b**h — get a number two f**in' pencil
You must be out your noggin, better make the right decision
I wear my sungla**es at night cause they got x-ray vision
[Hook: Corey Hart]
I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can
I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can