Late Nights

Late nights, smoking out the pack here sittin in the booth
Late nights, popped a percocet like I got nun to lose
I can't feel my face and all my fingers started turnin blue
Number nine on my waist but this here really it ain't nun new
Don't you call my phone unless we talking bout these numbers
She keep blowing up my phone say she been missing me all summer
Baby I been in my zone honestly I'll keep it a hunnid
I do better on my own cause they keep tryna pull me under 
Get the bag can't fumble it sit down and count all of this money up
This the way I'm coming let me see that money counter bruh
I get cash, credit, cheques, wire transfers at the end of the month
All these dead faces need a coffin to keep this money tucked
I'm the boss the ceo, see I'm the product and the business
Cut it, bag it up then send it out so far I go the distance
Fuck a pyrex pot the way I mix it up be hittin different
Got em coming back they keep on asking for another snippet
I was down until I found a way now I just got to get it
Pound for pound you know I carry weight and I'm not never kidding
Everyday pray for another day you see the way I'm living
Ever since I can remember I been on a money mission
Late nights, smoking out the pack here sittin in the booth
Late nights, popped a percocet like I got nun to lose
I can't feel my face and all my fingers started turnin blue
Number nine on my waist but this here really it ain't nun new
Late nights, smoking out the pack here sittin in the booth
Late nights, popped a percocet like I got nun to lose
I can't feel my face and all my fingers started turnin blue
Number nine on my waist but this here really it ain't nun new