West Coast Makonnen - Late Night Breakfast Lyrics

You can't count the sauce
Tell that bitch I am the boss
My g own the rover, get over, ay
Choppa gon chop, ay, Rick Ross

(We had our breakfast)
Nattys on my wrist
Bitch look better in my kicks, ay
Klay with the assist
Lookin fly with my fit, ay
Bitches on my dick, ay
I don't give a shit, ay
They mad cuz I'm rich, ay
We out here clownin

We out here clownin
Early in the mornin
Speakers be blarin
Got the whole mob goin
We do it right
Do it right
We party right
Do it right
Do it right
We party right
It's our night, bitch

Get low
Get low
Get low
Lower than the strippers go
Shawty tryna dance
Tryna get in my pants
Finna get the dub
Toss up all the bands

Pull up in the benzo
I'm wearin Kenzo
Just did some lines of coke
Sometimes you just gotta scream
Life's a f*ckin joke

It's a vibe
It's a vibe
Party day and night
We gon flash the lights
Get up and jump
F*ck it let's get drunk
Shots shots shots
Tequila comes in clutch

We out here clownin
Early in the mornin
Speakers be blarin
Got the whole mob gettin lit
We do it right
Do it right
We party right
Do it right
Do it right
We party right
It's our night, bitch

Get low
Get low
Get low
Lower than the strippers go
Shawty tryna dance
Tryna get in my pants
Finna get the dub
Toss up all the bands