Yan P - Gold Links (feat. Tymn) Lyrics

(Ahh, Only for the Night)
Only for the night
Need it in my life
I could make it right, shorty
I could take you high
Jugging all the time
Love can make you blind
Don't f*ck up the vibe
No, don't f*ck up the vibe
Aye Look at my chain, Gold Links
She hop in the range, no Benz
She coming thru with her friends
They f*ck around and get bent
I got the pills, we rolling
I drive it like it's stolen
She dropping that ass, no bands
Im making it clap, no hands
Aye Look at my chain, Gold Links
She hop in the range, no Benz
She coming thru with her friends
They f*ck around and get bent
I got the pills, we rolling
I drive it like it's stolen
She dropping that ass, no bands
Im making it clap, no hands
Got a couple things
Rolling with the team
Sippin' on the act
I be on the drank
She be on the bean
F*cking up a check
Rollie on my neck
Wait I mean Rollie on my wrist
Huned on our bitch
She be on my aye, Yeah
Pull up outside, with a tool
Get back from me
In it for the cash
So I talk that blasphemy
Better back back
When I blast that savagery
Aint no hashtag
You ain't no whats happening
Couple ads, couple xans on me
I could trade you for some dead homies
More bands, more cash for me
Make you back track
Let this track do a lap for me
Only for the night
Need it in my life
I could make it right, shorty
I could take you high
Jugging all the time
Love can make you blind
Dont f*ck up the vibe
No, don't f*ck up the vibe
Aye look at my chain, Gold Links
She hop in the range, no Benz
She coming thru with her friends
They f*ck around and get bent
I got the pills, we rolling
I drive it like it's stolen
She dropping that ass, no bands
Im making it clap, no hands
Aye Look at my chain, Gold Links
She hop in the range, no Benz
She coming thru with her friends
They f*ck around and get bent
I got the pills, we rolling
I drive it like it's stolen
She dropping that ass, no bands
Im making it clap, no hands
Let me roll with the thot
Give me Passenger bop
I want all of the guap
Only focus I got
Finesse and get popped
Yea, you tremble and drop
Im flipping the trends
And raising the plot
I cripple her thighs
She love the surprise
I see in her eyes
She feel hypnotized
Im sending the reverend
My list of demise
Still imma keep sinning
No telling my mind
Imma go grip it and chop it and line it up
Chanel my linen, but still it ain't fine enough
All of these women, they lovin' the vibe
Poppin the bottle and letting it rain on em
Blow the confetti
Yea shells get to spreading
Your body blow back
And I'm making it splat
Spitting the facts
No, I ain't gotta cap
Jumped on the stage
And you fell off the map, Uh