text: You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  Uh, thinkin out loud
  I must have a quarter million on me right now
  Hard to make a song bout somethin other than the money
  Two things Im about it, talkin blunt and staying blunted
  Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
  We should all disappear right now
  Look, youre gettin all your friends and youre gettin in the car
  And youre comin to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
  You see the fleet of all the new things
  Cop cars with the loose change
  All white like I move things
  Niggas see me rollin and they mood change
  Like a muhfucka
  New flow, I got a dozen of em
  I dont trust you, you a undercover
  I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other 
  Talkin filets with the truffle butter
  Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
  Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
  What, tell them niggas we aint hidin from it
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  Yo, thinkin out loud
  I must have about a milli on me right now
  And I aint talkin about that Lil Wayne record
  Im still the highest sellin female rapper, for the record
  Man, this a 65 million single sold
  I aint gotta compete with a single soul
  Im good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
  Ask me how to do it, I dont tell a single soul
  Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
  You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now?
  Uhh, do you hear me? I cant let a wack nigga get near me
  I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me
  I aint never need a man to take care of me
  Yo, Im in that big boy, bitches cant rent this
  I floss everyday, but I aint a dentist
  Your whole style and approach, I invented
  And I aint takin that back, cause I meant it
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  Uh, thinkin out loud
  I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
  LOL to the bank, check in my account
  Bank teller flirtin after checkin my account
  Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
  Cuddle buddies on the low, you aint gotta tell your friend
  That I eat it in the morning, cause she gon say I know
  Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
  Ill put one leg on the tub, girl, this my new dance move
  I just dont know what to call it
  But, bitch, you dancing with the stars
  I aint nothin like your last dude
  Whats his name? — Not important
  I brought some cocaine if you snortin
  She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
  Suck the white off, white chocolate
  Im so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless
  Smallest, regardless, largest in charge
  And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans
  Skateboard, Im gnarly, Drake, Tunechi, and Barbie
  You know!
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of
  You know, dont you?
  Yeah
  Night of