text: Give her back shots til her back hurt 
  Thumb through the money til my hands hurt 
  Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first 
  Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first 
  She be actin stiff with the booty 
  Feelin like Im Biggie rockin Coogi 
  Draco make you put up that lil Uzi 
  I dont want no features, niggas groupies 
  Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak 
  I was in my feelings, now its, Fuck Kiki 
  Let lil Tip hit that bitch, on GP 
  Smokin gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP
  Five foot five , she my ride or die 
  Never tell a lie , we like Bonnie and Clyde 
  Lookin at her thigh , like, Do it come with rice? 
  She dont like FaceTime, she would rather Skype
  But Im out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Yeah, Im out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Yeah, you workin hard 
  And I see you 
  And your bills late 
  And your rent due 
  And you never need a man to defend you 
  You already pissed off, on your menstrual 
  And you been through 
  Cause he been through 
  You a star player 
  And he benched you 
  In your corner, Id never go against you 
  Bought a foreign, now its friends wanna text you 
  You got off late 
  And you worked out 
  You aint stunt his baby mama cause she burnt out 
  You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out 
  So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now 
  Five foot five , she my ride or die 
  Never tell a lie , we like Bonnie and Clyde 
  Lookin at her thigh , like, Do it come with rice? 
  She dont like FaceTime, she would rather Skype
  But Im out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Yeah, Im out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night 
  Out for the night