Lyrics
Cut the lights out, let ya light shine
13Th hour, this prime time
Artiste perfique, Mozart time
Put in work like you working a part time
And you need the money, believe me boo I need it too
They gon cut the check or end up in the ICU
No I owe you, I don't play them games
Oh no not me, if you willing and able put it all on the table
A few shots, one hit the naval
You a pro, might have to put you on the payroll
Taking trips, turning dollars to pesos
Place this here on ya tongue when I say so
Heaven sent, Chanel number 5 and kush
Hella bent, her head in my lap she push
She push, push
She think I'm insane, I think I'm the nicest
She reading Zane, I'm reading Isis
She know what the key of life is
Everyday a gamble and she throw my dices
Hot hands rolling seven, feeling blessed called a reverend
She an angel I'm in heaven
Sent, Chanel number 5 and kush
Hella bent, her head in my lap she push
She push, push
Hella groovy
Yeah, hella groovy, groovy
13Th hour