THE NIGHT ENDS

Come and get your mans, mhm
I don’t give a damn, mhm
I’mma let it blam, mhm
Fuck that nigga Sam, mhm
Really really, though you was my buddy ay
Now I don’t want friends, I just really want some money ay
I’mma pull up fresh bitch, rocking all this cartier
Pull up in a benz, now these bitches wanna party
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I be by myself, I be solo (solo)
Putting all my feelings in this microphone (microphone)
Pouring all my pain inside my styrofoam (styrofoam)
I be off the thangs like they ain’t know (ain't know)