Midnight Drive - Harry Fraud, Curren$y, Fiend

Yeah, season opener, smokin' dope fo' sure

Super bowl white t-shirt, open fur

Hella gold, yellow and rose

Baby chose, let her roll

Loosen that grip, she tryna dip

Fuck’s wrong with you, enhance that bitch

I pull at the lot with that stacks bag and don’t finance shit

Rich and I know what to do with the money

Rich engineer, pushin' buttons

I’m in the booth, cocaine cuttin'

Lines numbin' their minds, they high

Baby girl, got that California fire, stoned

Chinese eyes on a midnight drive

Reflectin' on the game high

How it all went down in that time frame

No mind games, dollar signs on the brain

I do it how they done it’n '71 mayne

Two my nigga but I’m only wearing one chain

Look at how the game since son came

I ain’t gon say much, baby

Yeah, yeah

Jones,

Can’t escape from ballin', that wraith callin', way harder

You can’t afford it, my name in the claim, the game enormous

Made residuals off a digital clock

Yams in the spot, in the city the block

Start with the man up top

In my navy blue Cutless, rollin' city to the

Where they hate so much I love it, breakin' down these nuggets

Mackin' out in public, I ain’t actin' on the subject

Hold my money, tight stuntin', ‘cause we came from nothin'

Big boy, fresher than ever was

I presence on the scene is just like you never was

I mix some good cat with some better bud

Went for it but you never budge

Ate so much we damn near left a skel-aton

Countin' money having fun,

I pick it out like, «Gimme that-a one»

Look up in the sky, baby