TONIGHT lyrics

[Intro/Chorus]:
Bad b*tch, she wanna come kick it with me cause she know I ain't average
She left her n*gga for me cause she know I'm a savage
She kick it with me, my dogs, my n*ggas, my mastiffs
She sees those blue faces they piling up massive (Brrrr)
When we count that bread you know we do it with a passion
Want the Prada, Louis V, Oh you in to fashion, huh?
Your n*gga don't treat you right, you want compassion?
Come f*ck with a n*gga like me, I'm a professional

[Verse 1]:
Ride around town with the roof gone
Calling my phone, "What you on"
She wanna take a trip to Milan
She want that Saint Laurent
Get whatever you want
Cause it's all on me tonight, yeah
Your ex n*gga he broke, he a peon
Pull up in a hellcat, tint it's neon
She wanted her bag, Celine no Dion
Spending her time, eons on eons
We out in France kick it Lyon
Extra mile I'm going beyond
Yeah yeah yeah
She bumping that Frank Ocean, Blond
He texting your phone don't respond
On a mission like my name was Bond
She on the same sh*t that I'm on
Foreign b*tch straight from Japan
She been there since I began
Babygirl, know I'm the man
Go ahead cancel your plans
Cause it's all on me tonight, yeah

[Verse 2]:
She out in Hollywood, she straight from Melrose
She want designer fashion, she wanted all the clothes
She live the high life, she go wherever I go
She independent too, she stand on ten toes
Ain't met a b*tch like you, I gotta keep her close
Ride in the Bentley Coupe or in the Phantom Ghost
Travel the seven seas, we go across the globe
I met a lot of b*tches, she don't compare to those

[Chorus]:
Bad b*tch, she wanna come kick it with me cause she know I ain't average
She left her n*gga for me cause she know I'm a savage
She kick it with me, my dogs, my n*ggas, my mastiffs
She sees those blue faces they piling up massive (Brrrr)
When we count that bread you know we do it with a passion
Want the Prada, Louis V, Oh you in to fashion, huh?
Your n*gga don't treat you right, you want compassion?
Come f*ck with a n*gga like me, I'm a professional

[Chorus]:
Bad b*tch, she wanna come kick it with me cause she know I ain't average
She left her n*gga for me cause she know I'm a savage
She kick it with me, my dogs, my n*ggas, my mastiffs
She sees those blue faces they piling up massive (Brrrr)
When we count that bread you know we do it with a passion
Want the Prada, Louis V, Oh you in to fashion, huh?
Your n*gga don't treat you right, you want compassion?
Come f*ck with a n*gga like me, I'm a professional