Smoothie at Midnight lyrics

[Intro]
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)

[Verse 1]
Took the stickers off the GT, first n*gga whipping this
The Panamera cool, but I don't think that it can f*ck 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 sh*t
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 sh*t 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

[Interlude]
(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, n*gga
(Ay, I'ma keep it going)
Don't check me b*tch, check your credit score
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Oh yeah, drop it right here, f*ck it
Yee-hee
Man, good job
[Verse 2]
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 f*ck n*ggas 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

[Outro]
(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 b*tch don’t play me b*tch, play the lottery
(Numbers)
b*tch you might get lucky, know what I'm saying?
Numbers
Ay, ay, ay
Cardo what's happening?
Mr. Midnight
Sock it to me