Uh, I don't really love lights
See you in the star light
Dragging on the same

I don't really love lights
See you in the same light
Dragging in the same life
For the racks on the way, way
Tell her now, I want it my way
Why you talking, bitch? I say
Got racks in my four plate
In Mercedes drop top, aye
Why you lying to my hoe, man?
I got racks on my line day
Monday through fucking Friday
Let her know what I say, aye

I don't really love lights
See you in the same light
Dragging in the same life
For the racks on the way, way
Tell her now, I want it my way
Why you talking, bitch? I say
Got racks in my four plate
In Mercedes drop top, aye
Why you lying to my hoe, man?
I got racks on my line day
Money through fucking friday
Let her know what I say, aye, aye