Smoothie At Midnight

(album: Mr. Midnight - 2019)

Cardo got wings
Shh, Shh, Shh
Man, uh, uh
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Shh, man, God
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

Took the stickers off the GT, first nigga whipping this
The Panamera cool, but I don't think that it can fuck with this
Off top, press a button then I watch my spoiler lift
I know you think about me all the time, why you ain't call the kid?
Touch down in Portland, had to kill em with my Nike shit
I bought these in Tokyo, I think they dropped in '96
I ain't even tripping off dude, I know I'm that nig
Wiping off my rims, take my son to go get some Timbs
Thirty day run on the road, need half a mil'
If we do this shit under the table, we can do a deal
I don't think I ever been in love, show me how it feel
Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands, then I plan a trip

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Yeah, damn
Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands, then I plan a trip
What's happening?
Yeah
And that was just on sight, nigga
(Ay, I'ma keep it going)
Don't check me bitch, check your credit score
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Oh yeah, drop it right here, fuck it
Yee-hee
Man, good job

You gotta learn from it, bounce back from it, treat it like it's nothing
Forty-mile drive from the crib, couple hundred tucked
Move in silence, gotta be a prophet, is it really worth it?
Wake up in the morning thinking dollars need, that's a certain
I can only do so much, I'm only one person
Ever since I got my money up, everybody hurting
"June can I hold a couple dollars? I see you up now"
And If I can't do it then I'm fake, so fuck niggas now
I used to have a whole lotta friends, I got a check now
I used to have no whips at all, I got Vette now

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Shh, man
God damn
Sock it to me
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
And bitch don't play me bitch, play the lottery
(Numbers)
Bitch you might get lucky, know what I'm saying?
Numbers
Ay, ay, ay
Cardo what's happening?
Mr. Midnight
Sock it to me