Tonight

Yeah, this shit feel good
Feel like walking down Sunset, mink on my back
Bitch just put that stackola in my hand, ya feel me?

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Pants to the sag with the preme on
Lndn Drgs like its P god
Little homey you a nothing, you a peon
Bright lights on the strip like its neon
Tell that bitch leave the keys in the kiosk
When its time in the Lex' with the defrost
Send a bitch to Dubai to get peed on
Came back thirty stacks, that was me on
P you now I keep it cold like freon
Touch down in the zone like I'm Dion
With the 20/20 vision with the Buf's on
Talking like you're really winning, you'll get punched on
Hop out and pull the Toolie, you'll get bust on
Took a flight to Cartagena to get my fuck on
Seven Bitches in the telly with my tux on
Seven bitches in the telly with my tux on
Real P

Ay ay ay
Say say say
Biatch

Tell me what you doin' tonight
She chose and let her hop in my ride
If Scared to tell your bitch they inside
So tell me what you doin' tonight

Pants to the sag with the Palace shirt
In a 5.0 sliding thru the turf
Hit the homey serve on like he got the work
Cath me floating in these streets when I'm off a Perc
And I pulled a little full with my toolie now
And we fucking back stage like a groupie now
Everytime I hit the scene it's like a movie now
Got the top down I'm finna act a foollie now
Take the one train like yeah I'm heading uptown
To St Nick, thuggin in a Goose Down
Ten toes on the stroll, keep a bitch down
Ten toes on the stroll keep a bitch down
Word

Ay ay ay
Say say say
Biatch

Tell me what you doin' tonight
She chose and let her hop in my ride
If Scared to tell your bitch they inside
So tell me what you doin' tonight