Christopher Martin and DUNZA - The Night Shift

It'll be a cold day in heaven without you
It would be a long sleepless night too
Cry me another river
I'm sorry
I'm just a money getter
I got no time
I ain't got no time for sleep
I ain't got no time for your bullshit
Don't talk to me, I'm getting money
Don't talk to me
And I ain't talkin' bout your paper
Or your plastic honey
Ou wipe it on the bread they sweet like honey
Wipe em' on the bread they sweet like honey
Shawty only want that cock for the money uh
But I bet she'll blow this cock for no money

She's working
She working
The freaks come out at night
FREAK
WORK
She's working
The Night Shift
And I like it

I like your booty and your big ol' breasts
I like your shape
Ou you the best
Beat it up, beat it up
Fuck you faggot
I ain't going down with the captured
Baby just work!
Mike Tyson, Imma beat it up
Mike Tyson, Imma beat it up
You're sweet ha
Lil bitch you don't know me
I'm comin' straight down from the clouds like Ye
Fuck are y'all saying?
Fuck are y'all saying?
I'm comin' straight down from the clouds
FUCK A FIAT
Fuck your dirty money uh
She only want dirty money shove it in her dirtypum
Ya she want a trap star to put her in a telly
So how you gon' be like, eww that old man belly smelt funny
Girl you signed up for it
But you like that cheddar don't ya?
Girl you signed up for it
Get the fuck up out the beama
You betta be investin'
Stop playin' your life like it's a mo'fuckin' game
Understand?
Get back to work, do your thing
Night shift, it could be a tims or sumin'
Just go hard, never give up
Fuck what them lames is sayin'
You know what you be doing

She's working
She's working
The Night Shift
She's working
She's working
The Night Shift
And I like it
SHE
Ou come rock wit'me

Written by:
Christopher Martin

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