Past Midnight - Jeans (feat. KruellaDeRelle, Marlon Jara & Javon Rose)

Know I'm lookin' clean in these number nine jeans
There's Kruella
We work way too hard, we gon' serve before we eat
Look at my whole team
Look at how we shine
Midnight
Just hit up a freak, PM hit her from behind
(Look at, look at)

Aye got racks all in my jeans (Aye)
Pockets deep it's stuffed
Pour that Styrofoam with lean (Aye)
Double in my cup
Better watch how you talk to me, before that shit get stuck
'Cause you dissin' on my team, fuck around then it's up

Hol' Up, Hol' up
If it's up then it's stuck, I said and I did what I had to
(Said what I said)
Can't even get a smile when I pass you
Now that I'm ballin' you're hopin' I pass through
(No sir, No sir)
You'll be a martyr like Matthew
Watchin' me close hopin' that I get at you
(For real, For real)
But I minimize what I react to
Don't make a scene or you won't get a act two

Know I'm lookin' clean in these number nine jeans
We work way too hard, we gon' serve before we eat
Look at my whole team
Look at how we shine
Just hit up a freak, PM hit her from behind (Yeah, yeah)

Aye got racks all in my jeans (Aye)
Pockets deep it's stuffed
Pour that Styrofoam with lean (Aye)
Double in my cup
Better watch how you talk to me, before that shit get stuck
'Cause you dissin' on my team, fuck around then it's up

Aye got racks all in my jeans (Big bands)
Pockets deep it's stuffed (Hunnid knots)
Pour that Styrofoam with lean (Bitch)
Double in my cup (Uh-huh)
Better watch how you talk to me (Yeah)
Before that shit get stuck (Uh-huh)
'Cause you dissin' on my team (Bitch)
Fuck around then it's up (Yeah)

Fri-d-day, Saturday, Sunday
Workin' all weekend, haven't had a fun day
Next year, whippin' that 370z
It always has been fuck a Hyundai
That treesh wanna hold hands, make plans
I can't be your man
This not your runway
Tippin' in Houston, ain't no London
Then I work another thirty-five 'til Monday, M.J.

(Aye)
Thirty bands on my fit, (Yeah, yeah)
MCM on my belt (Yeah, yeah)
Doin' sixty on the dash in the whip (Yeah, yeah)
On the Belt (Uh-huh)
And I need that shit in cash (Uh-huh)
You know this shit ain't free (Yeah, yeah)
We steadily steppin' on they ass (Uh-huh)
Watch how all my niggas eat

Aye got racks all in my jeans (Aye)
Pockets deep it's stuffed
Pour that Styrofoam with lean (Aye)
Double in my cup
Better watch how you talk to me, before that shit get stuck
'Cause you dissin' on my team, fuck around then it's up

Aye got racks all in my jeans, (Big bands)
Pockets deep it's stuffed (Hunnid knots)
Pour that Styrofoam with lean (Bitch)
Double in my cup (Uh-huh)
Better watch how you talk to me (Yeah)
Before that shit get stuck (Uh-huh)
'Cause you dissin' on my team, (Bitch)
Fuck around then it's up (Yeah)

Yeah
Yeah

Written by:
Darreon Eans, Derrell Mitchell, Marlon Jara

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