Crazy Night

Crazy Night We ain't gon' leave 'til 4 in the mornin' Thousand dollar tab, but I can afford it On my 4th drink but I'm not an alcoholic Shorty say she want me, she way too scrawny By 4 o'clock I might be too horny to go home lonely I can't be lonely Left the last club cause the DJ was boring Came back, valet parked it and the valet robbed me Nigga true story, and that was 12:40(am) By 1 o'clock I was back in the wary Tipsy, Ferrari, this Hennessy got me Oh baby, I'm so sorry But if you're drinkin' what I'm drinkin' Put your hands up in the sky If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin' You'll say "what a crazy night!" Way-oh, way-oh We ain't go leave 'til 4, maybe later Track so funky, make you make an ugly face Run that back, I mean start that over Shorty get closer, hot like a toaster Body so tight, like she walked off the poster Kellz caked up, make her call me the baker Man, he a hater, she gonna see me later He got good intentions, but not enough paper We left doin' 80, caught a flat up on the Friday Headed back to the highway, think they'll stay at my place Just so fuc*** up, man it's not my day I need another shot of that Bacardi (Jamaican gibberish) [Hook]