Give her back shots till her back hurt, back shots Throwing through the money till my hands hurt, cash out Wanna go on a date, you gotta dance first, yeah, yeah Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first, yeah, yeah She be acting stiff with the boutique, on God Feeling like I'm Biggie rocking Coogee, on God Drake gon' make you put up that lil' Uzi, on God I don't want no features, niggas groupies, straight up Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak I was in my feelings, now it's ***, key, key Let lil' Tilt hit that bitch on GP Smoking gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP Five foot five, she might ride or die Never tell a lie, we like Bonnie Clyde Looking at her thigh, like, do it come with rice She don't like FaceTime, she'll rather Skype But I'm out for the night, out for the night Out for the night, out for the night Yeah, I'm out for the night, out for the night Out for the night, out for the night Yeah, you working hard, and I see you And your bills late, and you rent due And you never need a man to defend you You already *** on your menstrual And you been through, cause he been through You a star player, and he benched you In your corner, I never go against you Bought a foreign, now his friends wanna text you You got off late, and you worked out You ain't stun this baby mama, cause she burnt out You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out So I put a hundred racks in your purse now Five foot five, she might ride or die Never tell a lie, we like Bonnie Clyde Looking at her thigh, like, do it come with rice She don't like FaceTime, she'll rather Skype But I'm out for the night, out for the night Out for the night, out for the night Yeah, I'm out for the night, out for the night Out for the night, out for the night