LYRICS CANVAS Too Many Nights lyrics

Too Many Nights lyrics

Keep the bitch jump, uh-uhKeep it on jump, uh-uh (jump)Keep the bitch ju-u-umpI caught it cool, for a tenThe bitch get loose, she tryna winI beat her by the house, I beat her inThere’s forty in the couch, I let her spend

When the car’s lit, better call inShe done popped all out, she done called twinI done went too spazzed out, I put the raw inI done hit the strip club and spent a tall tenLil’ shawty off the ClicquotShe been comin’ hot just like a heat stroke (heat stroke)I could see you lurkin’ through the peepholeI’m stackin’ different money, type of C notes (C notes)I’m talkin’ C notes, nigga, hit C notes

You spend what you want and you get what you wantI guess you got what you wantedYou’re hittin’ the pole and you give it your allNow, you keepin’ it honest (Yeah)It’s too many nights I went namelessIt’s too many nights I went famousIt’s too many nights I went brainlessSayin’, “Uh-uh-uh-uh” (yeah)Let’s get drunk, uh-uh

Keep the bitch jump, uh-uh

Keep the bitch jump, uh-uh (jump)Keep theI caught it cool, for a tenThe bitch get loose, she tryna winI beat her by the house, I beat her inThere’s forty in the couch, I let her spend

You made a hundred and you fall backNeed you on a call backKnowin’ that you’re all that, baeOh, it’s two-hundred on your dashboardStampin’ out your passportAsk me if I’m really okay

You get what you want, you want, you wantYou get what you want, you want, you wantYou get what you want, you want, you wantYou get what you want, you want, you want

You spend what you want and you get what you wantI guess you got what you wantedYou’re hittin’ the pole and you give it your allNow, you keepin’ it honest (yeah)It’s too many nights I went namelessIt’s too many nights I went famousIt’s too many nights I went brainlessSayin’, “Uh-uh-uh-uh” (yeah)Let’s get drunk, uh-uh

Keep it on jump, uh-uh (jump)Keep it on jump, uh-uh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on jump, uh-uh)Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on jump, uh-uh)Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on jump, uh-uh)Ooh-ooh (haha)

Bottega Veneta whenever you ride with meIt ain’t like I’m askin’ you to ride for freeFrom trappin’ to rappin’, need to be proud of me (proud of me)Pack out the studio and throw parties (throw parties)Money comin’ too fast, I can’t slow it (I can’t slow it)Feel like I’m runnin’ from my past, I can’t slow downToo many nights, ’bout to crash (skrrt)Now I’m buyin’ the foreigns, all cashI can’t slow down