Last Night

My crib smells of best trees and mahogany Breathe smelling like Hennesse and lobster That's why your bitch so fond of me Real pimp shit player, don't act like you ain't know Got a boss bitch, fuck I look like with some skank hoe? Counting my bankrolls, Jose Canseco How I hit it out the park Fuck with bad hoes, only hit 'em after dark Cause see in the daytime I grind Clearly getting what's mine Quarters, nickels, dimes, and dollas If you need something then holler Only 'bout my paper though What the fuck was you thinking? I'm smoking and drinking I want something then like a pirate I take it It's a cold world someone get 'em a blanket Jeez, at ease, I'm high up off these trees It's tasting like it's diesel, Dan said it was sour cheese I believed 'em Put it in the jar, departed to the cave Now I'm in front this mic recording shit I'll do onstage And I'll prolly be getting paid But that's just what I see in the future And this life that I'm leading alluring Cause money and weed ain't that hard to get used to Word is bond yeah, I'm on that That Hiroshima bomb rap That I just smoked a eighth of weed and hash up out this bong I can't control it, power I gotta hold it Respect I have it, money, tryna stack more I was a pharaoh in my past life I went to sleep and had a dream I sat and counted a million cash Just, just, just (Last Night) Yeah so