Wale — Night Life

[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah! Wale! Tre! Young, C! Uh-huh Official, y'all Philadelphia to DC! Wale, Tre, Young C! Name a better three, yo! Come on! [Chorus: Tre] I’m chasing street dreams, so never am I surprised (No) Just ready to ride, 'cause it's almost time Fast money, fast cars, and flashing lights (Flashing... lights) In the middle of the night, in the life of the night [Verse 1: Young Chris] Fuck niggas, we limiting all the features (Uh-huh) Feet of clay, you niggas got hitting weakness (Fuck em all) Hitting agendas, still I distribute on the low Cause labels take a percentage of your show Friends ain’t friends no more, because business Labels don't want 'em no more, they lost interest They send us back to the ghetto, hoping the law pinch us Full of hope, moving dope in this place we call trenches Throw weight like a nigga upstate off the benches Seen plenty niggas lose weight off a sentence Die in jail, go 'head, cry in your cell While we fire shells, shut down all your clientele Catch a body, beat a body, family, I treat a body Bad bitches with evil bodies, can't you see? It be me! Different chick every night, we living life When I go tell C, I I did it right, hanh! [Chorus: Tre] I'm chasing street dreams, so never am I surprised (No) Just ready to ride, 'cause it's almost time Fast money, fast cars, and flashing lights (Flashing... lights) In the middle of the night, in the life of the night [Verse 2: Wale] Ha! You ain’t with it, lil’ nigga, you can get lost Hoes love me, like Ugg boots and matte gloss I mack hard, set it off when on any song My president is Black, so is my credit card Without effort, this is something you ain't foolin with Young Ben Gordon, I play through all the bullshit And DC believing it Fuck your lil’ sneakers, I got property in Beaverton (what up?) OK, believe it or not, I'm the reason that you... Is not impressed, but your girlfriend is Haters, I ain't seeing them, don't even believe in them They Skip Bayless, I’m the forward from Cleveland I'm on real night life right here Young gods, this side, never know no fear And you all Michael Phelps I could take you out the game and that medal won't help Wale! [Chorus: Tre] I'm chasing street dreams, so never am I surprised (No) Just ready to ride, 'cause it's almost time Fast money, fast cars, and flashing lights (Flashing... lights) In the middle of the night, in the life of the night (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Wale & Young Chris] Yes, y'all, I'm the flyest who balling Who everybody just stay calling, flossing Ain't worried 'bout you lil' niggas blogging That bullshit you talking, struggle(?)[2:58] Welcome to the odd couple, niggas (Yeah) (?)[3:01], nigga, yes, I be (?)[3:03] Yeah, I got a band, my brother the young boss And of course we get broads over here in the Broad Personalities is wack, I menage with the gorgeous (Unh, unh) Unh-unh, we ride with the Porsches No sunroof, take a portrait Live it and record it, streets to the corporate Put it in my lifestyle, bitch, I can afford it I kill it, where the mortician? Man, I will perform that You shouldn't've been born, I will post-birth abort them Landover to Morton Street where they know him at My vision is big, more missions than a Mormon, yeah! [Chorus: Tre] I'm chasing street dreams, so never am I surprised (No) Just ready to ride, 'cause it's almost time Fast money, fast cars, and flashing lights (Flashing... lights) In the middle of the night, in the life of the night