Nights Like This

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, cursed for birth, but I broke that, family know that I done been places, I can't go back, way before rap I walked the tightrope, did it all in white Low's Now I'm on the price low, follow steps that I was shown They tell me at the end of every storm, you get a pot of gold I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even home I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even drove Tell to weigh her options, fuck with lames or you can leave me 'lone [Chorus] Yeah, nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin' Fuck my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to) Closet the mall, it change up every season You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense [Verse 2] Yeah, my God, it's a miracle They thought that the enemy, I'm on the eaters Look at how this shit made me The trauma, I been through, look what it did to me The drop with the top up I know that they plottin', can't go out like Kennedy Know I'm gettin' topped up I got this lil' bitch, I'm showin' 'em sent You got me switchin' up the Frappi's That I'm grabbin', 'cause you niggas got it Let me see some action Fuck the talkin' if you really 'bout it (Phew) Love her, then you spin about it, not just him, get anybody Love it when we face to face, I'm in her body and it's watery (Yeah) Used to serve and whip, I put my wrist in it like Vincent Carter Standin' on all ten, no dick-ridin', that shit get you farther Not because it's ice, think I'm a jeweler 'cause I've been a baller I done upped my rank, my niggas spinnin', bitches sinnin' for me [Chorus] Nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin' Fuck my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to) Closet the mall, it change up every season You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense [Verse 3] Fake watches can't bust me, nigga, trust me It's work, nigga, I ain't lucky The Chrome heart for the buffies, 'bout seven G's on the bucket They gon' drain you 'til you ain't you Then they treat your ass like nothin' (For real) Why the fuck would you be worried 'bout me? You need to get you some— Yeah, chain give me a business I got me some chicken, I'm thinkin' investment Remember the time when I was just stressin' Now I got necklace on necklace on necklace, bitch And a fine mind for rockin' a Prezi I'm probably just searchin' a bitch Eight-hundred fifty-thousand through the wire Send me a text when it hit [Outro: Babyface Ray & Rick Ross] Nights like this, I wish that I was dreamin' Off the bench, I'm ballin', Willie Peeman Rick Ross, Drake, and French Montana, schemin' (Huh) (Maybach Music) Yeah, told her catch me, 'cause I'm geeked, I'm leanin' Mob, for real, what is it givin'? What the fuck goin' on?