Last Night
808 Mafia
Yup
Wanna say free C-Style 'fore we go any further
Wanna turn me up a lil' bit?
Yea, yea
East side
Last night, niggas took all the bitches
Last night, we pulled up and left with all the hoes
This morning I woke up and counted up a million
This morning I woke up and I sent your bitch home
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
(Paper and pistols)
(Drugs and bitches)
(Snakes and real niggas)
(All in the picture)
Still got my first Bentley, been on since the beginning
Every piece that I been gettin' only make me want more
Thousand dollar plate dinners, real businessmen
Banquets and benefits, million dollar signatures
And shitty penmanship
Oh, I was meant for this, I was designed to get it
Came off of the porch sick with it, older homie's made me iller
Can't get much realer, lyrical serial killer
From far away you feel it
Don't let that paper steal you, my nigga
(Paper and pistols)
(Drugs and bitches)
(Snakes and real niggas)
(All in the picture)
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who let 'em in here?
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who had 'em sent here?
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
They hired killa's
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
We in the Churches
Last night we was some old baller shit
Last night we came down and took all the hoes
This morning I woke up and count another million
This morning I woke up and sent your bitch back home
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who let 'em in here?
Last night, left the spot, took all the hoes
East side
This morning I woke up and sent your bitch back home
Paper and pistols
Drugs and bitches
Snakes and real niggas
All in the picture
Who let 'em in here?
I do not feel them
We hire killas
They at the fences
They catch you slippin'
You do not get it
L, L, L, L, L
If you need to see it, then you can come and visit
All your bags, one of your bitches
If she bad, she probably kick it
And she so glad she did it
And she happy to admit it