Balhead - Club Lights Lyrics

She just want to book herself a flight
Heartbreak got her feeling club lights
Sober minded she don't want to fuss and fight
Drunken sex got her thinking it's alright
She pop a pill and doesn't feel the pain
She feel the storm but dance up in the rain
She hooked upon the feeling like cocaine
She smoking on the gas like it's propane

Never the one play (hey)
Even though I coach the game (aye)
I'm into public relations (aye)
I've always paved your way (Yeah)

Money can change the game (aye)
Money can make it rain (rain)
Candy will leave a stain (aye)
Shorty will leave me brain (aye)

Sauce up on pizza roll
Sauce up the piano roll
Sauce came with her outfit
Body suit and a camel toe

Money green like oregano
Leather seats like white snow
Blow up like the Draco
Pockets say what I make though

Thick ass with her tattoos
Sade with her taboos
Lame niggas she misuse
Don't press with an issue

Time worth more than money
She don't f*ck with no bummy
Your paper slow like mummy
Game sick like it's runny

Looks kill she a murder
Love gun she a burner
Body shape like Tina Turner
Business bitch she a earner

Let the checks do the talking
Porsche bitch when you walking
She a dog no barking
Money fast go carting

She just want to book herself a flight
Heartbreak got her feeling club lights
Sober minded she don't want to fuss and fight
Drunken sex got her thinking it's alright
She pop a pill and doesn't feel the pain
She feel the storm but dance up in the rain
She hooked upon the feeling like cocaine
She smoking on the gas like it's propane

Hoe bitches never phased her
Ol girl keep it playa
And she always keep a razor
A 45 and a taser

All the bills been paid
Always down to get laid
No roaches she raid
House cleaned no maid

All the niggas she played
Left em all in a maze
Niggas couldn't raise the stakes
She don't use paper plates

Bottles don't even impress her
Graveyard on her dresser
She know she the treasure
Her sex game you can't measure

Dick ain't always her pleasure
Other bitches might test her
Girls be applying pressure
Shoot her shot like a western

Bae goals like a motherf*cker
Road tripping like a big trucker
Gassed up like war mustard
Baby sweet like fresh custard

Know the game like cheat codes
Baby pussy go beast mode
Weed bricks like free throws
Money growing like Afros

Low key like movie props
Daddy issue ain't no pops
Work the poles til the music stops
Money fall she'll make it drop

She just want to book herself a flight
Heartbreak got her feeling club lights
Sober minded she don't want to fuss and fight
Drunken sex got her thinking it's alright
She pop a pill and doesn't feel the pain
She feel the storm but dance up in the rain
She hooked upon the feeling like cocaine
She smoking on the gas like it's propane