Dom - Late Night (feat. Cxpo) Lyrics

I've been moving late night just tryna get my cake right
But I'm stuck on the move too fast and I'm losing control
150 and I'm watching patrol, tryna get that bank roll
You gotta get this shit or get lost, make that weight move

I get it in then get it off, get what you pay for
Make a couple moves, now I gotta lay low I promise I never put on the same shit as
Before So high off that Za, like the top of a crow
Flip a couple packs, feel like I'm Casted in Blow

I remember me and cap, used to walk to the store
Tryna cash out on some bevs, only a buck seventy four
I get it in then go, tell me switch up the flow
Switching lanes all I know, f*cking that bitch then I get in my zone

Tell the Lil bitch to stop calling my phone And a pussy like Kevin when that bitch home alone
She like a dog and that bitch came and chew on my bone
On some pug shit, she keep on lying on some rug shit
But f*ck bitch, she ain't gon' stop the money coming, I'm bumming

I'm steady stacking hundreds, boy don't rush it It's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, she don't need no man
But she love the sour blowing gas Diesel in the room, naked in the shower
I've been moving late night, just tryna get my cake right
But I'm stuck on the move, too fast and I'm losing control

150 and I'm watching Patrol, tryna get that bag roll
You gotta get this shit or get lost, make that weight move
I get it in then get it off, get what you pay for
Get it in then get it off, you get what you pay for

I get it in then get it off, you get what you pay for
Look, I get it in then get it off, real trap star
I seen a couple young bulls quit cause that bag hard
I'm knee deep up in this shit, I got to know how to move

I be staying to myself, they can't f*ck up my groove
With that bag getting deep, I'm dropping all my paper on heads
Put a ounce on them, he a hook and duck and now we dead
He a hook and duck and now he dead Put a ounce on them, he a hook and duck and now we dead

Brothers on TV, but not for nothing good
We knowin' around here, cause we was trippin' in the hood
Got my stick out, if he running down the street
Then it's gon' be a blickout, yeah, yeah

That's how I used to think
But I'm different now, I'm not how people think of me
I keep them gifted now, Allah giving me energy
I keep them gifted now, Allah giving me energy

That's how I think of me