[Hook: Corey Hart]
I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can
I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can
(Two chainz)
[Verse 1: Tity Boi]
I am wearin' my sunglasses, I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm blowin' on that [?] watchin' a plasma, what have you
And shorty layin' in my lap, then she sit up in my lap
Tried to take my glasses off, I'm like, "Uh-uh-uh— none o' that"
[?] wit' a hun'ed packs [?] wit' a hun'ed stacks
I'm ridin' in a fancy car with twenty-somethin's ona that
Yeah you gotta honor that, cause you know we runnin' it
I'm a fuckin' soldier, that make my kid an army-brat
Ain't no need o' stallin', when you call, we ain't callin' back
Yeah we want that product, when we rob you we'll take all o' that
Yeah, my sunglasses on, it keep my face tucked
See, when her sunglasses on, yeah that's her make-up
With tinted frames on my eyelids look what I did
I drive with no gasoline like a hybrid
I'm high, bitch. I'm on it, ho
Seven-five-oh on two-eighty-five, peddle on the flo'
[?] in my [?], I fell in love with dough
It's all about that money, that's all you need to know
I can't explain it, I don't know what you drinkin'
See all I care about is pussy, weed, and Ben Franklins
I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can
I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can
(Two chainz)
[Verse 1: Tity Boi]
I am wearin' my sunglasses, I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm blowin' on that [?] watchin' a plasma, what have you
And shorty layin' in my lap, then she sit up in my lap
Tried to take my glasses off, I'm like, "Uh-uh-uh— none o' that"
[?] wit' a hun'ed packs [?] wit' a hun'ed stacks
I'm ridin' in a fancy car with twenty-somethin's ona that
Yeah you gotta honor that, cause you know we runnin' it
I'm a fuckin' soldier, that make my kid an army-brat
Ain't no need o' stallin', when you call, we ain't callin' back
Yeah we want that product, when we rob you we'll take all o' that
Yeah, my sunglasses on, it keep my face tucked
See, when her sunglasses on, yeah that's her make-up
With tinted frames on my eyelids look what I did
I drive with no gasoline like a hybrid
I'm high, bitch. I'm on it, ho
Seven-five-oh on two-eighty-five, peddle on the flo'
[?] in my [?], I fell in love with dough
It's all about that money, that's all you need to know
I can't explain it, I don't know what you drinkin'
See all I care about is pussy, weed, and Ben Franklins
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