Smoothie At Midnight

Cardo got wings

Man, uh, uh

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Man, God

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Took the stickers off the GT, first **** whippin' this

The Panamera cool, but I don't think that it can fuck with this

Off top, press a button, then I watch my spoiler lift

I know you think about me all the time, why you ain't call the kid?

Touch down in Portland, had to kill 'em with my Nike shit

I bought these in Tokyo, I think they dropped in '96

I ain't even trippin' off dude, I know I'm that nig'

Wiping off my rims, take my son to go get some Timbs

Thirty day run on the road, need half a mil'

If we do this shit under the table, we can do a deal

I don't think I ever been in love, show me how it feel

Count a hunnid thousand, wash my hands, then I plan a trip

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Yeah, damn

Count a hunnid thousand, wash my hands, then I plan a trip

What's happening? yeah

And that was just on sight, **** (Ay, I'ma keep it goin')

Don't check me bitch, check your credit score

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

(Oh yeah, drop it right here, fuck it) Man, good job

You gotta learn from it, bounce back from it

Treat it like it's nothing

40 mile drive from the crib, couple hunnid tucked

Move in silence, gotta be a prophet, is it really worth it?

Wake up in the morning thinkin' dollars need, that's a certain

I can only do so much, I'm only one person

Ever since I got my money up, everybody hurting

"June, can I hold a couple dollars? I see you up now"

And if I can't do it, then I'm fake, so fuck **** now

I used to have a whole lot of friends, I've got a check now

I used to have no whips at all, I got 'Vette now

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Man, goddamn

Sock it to me

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

And bitch, don't play me, bitch, play the lottery (numbers)

Bitch, you might get lucky, know what I'm sayin'? (Numbers)

Ay, ay, ay

Cardo, what's happening?

Mr. Midnight, sock it to me