Late Night Cruisin'

[Verse 1: Fiend] I talked them girls into a three-way I'm an M-A-C-K Jones Big Screens(?) Ratchets(?) Louie luggage and BJ's On my arm a chica And she cheeky And she feeling herself She used to dance for Enrique A handful Pluck that girl strings like a banjo Suck on her lil cantaloupes She say "Fiend you the antidote" "Jones University" Me and your girl got an anniversery Counting money Baby sit in this plant nursery Her yams good She could get a Jay-Z verse from me Tony Bennett on the hook While rolling up this purp for me Lust at first flight We crushed the first night Smoking out everywhere you go I guess you done heard right (We late night cruisin' Looking for some new hoes choosing Our eyes Chinese Russian Cuban) Triple threat Mind, body right, pussy wet All else fails She know exactly what them cookies get [Hook: Fiend] I tell her play into my mind (?) You ain't gotta lie to me I get it out the mud I ain't hit the lottery Your man smoke that good shit But he ain't high as me Weed roll the screen (?) He ain't even loud as me(?) We late night cruisin' Looking for some new hoes choosing Our eyes low, you know what we doing 2X [Verse 2: Corner Boy P] Uhh Game tight like Goldie I'm a P-I-M-P Power, pimpin, pussy, paper Pulling up in new Mercedes Car sexy like my lady Premium no Reggie Bush But it's Houdini Whenever I'm in Miami I'm lit up like Vegas The photo is Moustacious But the Coupes Know let them hustlers through No carriage Cause I ain't Mason Betha I lounge in amazing weather Smoking tropical in the tropics Hoes fanning me with feathers Double F Is the letters That Lexus I have a ticket See the F on the Fendi I'm fenna get to these bitches Watch me rise out on a million And grind my way to a city Player you know how the game goes Your bitches chose up my pimping We can handle it like gentlemen Or get into some gangster shit Cause rule 1: Never check a player, check a bitch And I bet that ho know not to conversate in my whip Cause bitch you'll get put out Now I'm on a new route [Hook]