It is late night, what I do, they call fictionist
It's a late night, I'm on drugs, it is what it is
It's a late night, I'm charged up, electric city
Put in work, construction hat, go get it
I made ten dollars, then turned it to fifty
I'm at the bank like I just cashed a ticket
But I just cashed in a check, to be specific
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Walk out that chase, I ain't showing no love
Oh my God, Huey baby
My bitch just pulled up and give me the, huh
Walk up in the studio like, woo hoo
It's Huey Baby, I'm like what the f*ck
You cannot handle the shit, that I'm on
You is a bitch, it's your time of the month
I smile at the camera gold on my fronts
Life is a horror film, I am a monster
Step in the movie scene like Kevin Costner
I'm eating at Banks and they eat at Red Lobster
Presidential like I'm Abraham, 5s up
Cartier lens played out, so I got Prada
Car dealer look told me the Benz is dollars
Copped it
Spinning the block like I'm a mother f*cking chopper
One line of coke got me feeling like El Chapo
I'm a hundred percent, like too long on the charger
It is no slime shit, it is the plotter
I'm on your conscious, but mine's on the dollars
Y'all just stay bitchin', but my mom's proud of us
I'm in the kitchen cooking I'm a hot ass
It is late night, what I do, they call fictionist
It's a late night, I'm on drugs, it is what it is
It's a late night, I'm charged up, electric city
Put in work, construction hat, go get it
I made ten dollars, then turned it to fifty
I'm at the bank like I just cashed a ticket
But I just cashed in a check, to be specific
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Walk out that chase, I ain't showing no love
Oh my God, Huey baby
My bitch just pulled up and give me the, huh
Walk up in the studio like, woo hoo
It's Huey Baby, I'm like what the f*ck
You cannot handle the shit, that I'm on
You is a bitch, it's your time of the month
I smile at the camera gold on my fronts
Life is a horror film, I am a monster
Step in the movie scene like Kevin Costner
I'm eating at Banks and they eat at Red Lobster
Presidential like I'm Abraham, 5s up
Cartier lens played out, so I got Prada
Car dealer look told me the Benz is dollars
Copped it
Spinning the block like I'm a mother f*cking chopper
One line of coke got me feeling like El Chapo
I'm a hundred percent, like too long on the charger
It is no slime shit, it is the plotter
I'm on your conscious, but mine's on the dollars
Y'all just stay bitchin', but my mom's proud of us
I'm in the kitchen cooking I'm a hot ass