All Night lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Uh (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Uh
Uh (I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)
Uh

[Chorus]
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I done did a whole lotta sh*t
Yeah, and that sh*t they talking, it don’t make sense
And it don't mean nothing, b*tch, I'm on the way to get rich
I don’t owe you nothing, I been like this and that's what it is
I done went and I put January all on my wrist (Ice)
And I'm being real lil' b*tch, it ain't no way I'm playing nice
Yeah, I'ma cut into this b*tch, just like Mike Myers
Yeah, and they say they smoking dope, but I know that I'm getting higher
Uh, I’m on X, I can f*ck this b*tch all night and I won’t get tired

[Verse 1]
And, I only come outside at night, I don't get tired
I’m up off a perc, b*tch, I don't get tired
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I’m out like a tire
Comme Des Garcons suit, that's my attire
I make my b*tch scream, just like a siren
f*ck, there go 12, I hear them sirens
n*gga, f*ck 12, shootout, 'fore I'm dying
In the basement, I'm cookin' up motherf*ckin' crack
I can't wait 'till the day that I get me a plaque
I dye my hair platinum, diamonds, they match
And I know that I'm next up, place your lil' bet
I got this new Jean Paul tee and it's mesh
Lil' b*tch, I go Usain Bolt to a check (Usain to a check)
[Chorus]
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I done did a whole lotta sh*t
Yeah, and that sh*t they talking, it don't make sense
And it don't mean nothing, b*tch, I'm on the way to get rich
I don't owe you nothing, I been like this and that's what it is
I done went and I put January all on my wrist (Ice)
And I'm being real lil' b*tch, it ain't no way I'm playing nice
Yeah, I'ma cut into this b*tch, just like Mike Myers
Yeah, and they say they smoking dope, but I know that I'm getting higher
Uh, I'm waiting so I can f*ck this b*tch all night and I won't get tired

[Verse 2]
Yeah, and I swear I'ma tell the whole truth, 'cause all these f*ck n*ggas really be liars
Just like a lit blunt, these n*ggas fired
I got a bad b*tch, hot just like fire
I guess that I'm bad, b*tch, hot, I'm on fire
Oh, there go that bad b*tch, I seen on IG
Aye, I don't get why these n*ggas don't like me
It must be 'cause they main b*tch like me
They musty and I'm gettin' rich and 19
Oh, I see, they know that a n*gga won't be just like me
Now that I'm goin' up all these folks actin' different
I'm gettin' money, and they say I'm actin' different
What can I say? I don't really f*ck with you n*ggas
You said I'd be down bad, but look, I beg to differ
[Chorus]
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I done did a whole lotta sh*t
Yeah, and that sh*t they talking, it don't make sense
And it don't mean nothing, b*tch, I'm on the way to get rich
I don't owe you nothing, I been like this and that's what it is
I done went and I put January all on my wrist (Ice)
And I'm being real lil' b*tch, it ain't no way I'm playing nice
Yeah, I'ma cut into this b*tch, just like Mike Myers
Yeah, and they say they smoking dope, but I know that I'm getting higher
Uh

[Outro]
(I'm waiting so I can f*ck this b*tch all night and I won't get tired)
(I won't get tired)
(I could f*ck this b*tch all night and I won't get tired)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(I could f*ck these b*tches all night and I won't get tired)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(I could f*ck these b*tches all night and I won't get tired)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(I'ma wait, so I can f*ck this b*tch all night and I won't get tired)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Oh yeah!
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)