"12 Hundred A Night" lyrics

"12 Hundred A Night"

This hotel 12 hundred a night
My niggas creepin' when it's dark, yeah
My niggas creepin' when it's dark, yeah

My niggas creepin' when it's dark
I was lurkin' 'round with Loopy whilst my name was in the charts
Mummy thinkin' 'bout her son, still can't believe that he a star
But I'm on my way to a show, still puttin' guns up in my car
I never thought I'd make it far
I was content servin' hard
They said, "Do some content, let the fans and the world know that you're funny"
I just hit Remz and said I want more tattoos on my stomach
Before my pendant, pussy around my neck, I already had a hunnid
My 7UP's still changin' color, right after I poured up muddy
I might cop that hoe a bag, if I'm impressed with how she suck it
Fumbled a seven-figure deal cuz I was outside still thuggin'
Made her squirt and then she text me, "I feel like I'm still cummin'", uh
I played a couple singin' songs to Nafe, he couldn't believe how I spun it
I said, "You and Huncho make DNA 2, you know how I'm comin'"
Private jet, gotta fill up the duffel
I don't want sex, just need me a cuddle
Louis Vuitton fourth time this week, that's how I'm drownin' my sorrow
Got chicks that paired on ITV, made it known they dyin' to swallow
Little old me just servin' bait, in a fishbowl dodgin' the obo
I'm way too paranoid, I don't trust my next-door neighbours
As soon as we get in this hotel suite, just know that I need you naked
This hotel 12 hundred a night, I prolly won't see my paigons
Cheffed up— like seven-eight times, no mask, he can see my face
Hermano used to lecture me 'bout music whilst he was whippin' flake
Thinkin' 'bout RIPs and frees, wish there was such thing as tradin' places
My squeezer got him a drop, already on go, don't need persuadin'
Bought her Chanel and some tote bags from Bottega, thinks we're datin'
Gang-affiliated, rambo on the backseat of the Wraith
My probation officer proud as fuck when she saw me on the stage
All these VVs 'round my neck, could say I'm drownin' in a, heh
All these VVs 'round my neck, could say I'm drownin' in a lake
I lost count of how much times I done said sorry to LA
I just took a HSC, two wooden handles runnin' race
Runnin' race, run the coupe, push-to-start
Hotel suite, got a sauna, I ain't medsin' with the public
Set up shop for you, that's peng, I make all the shotters close their shutters
Put a half of each in samples and watch how quick I get them numbers
And I'd never thought I'd get as far as this
Took my youngin to uptown, don't know what calamari is
Took my youngin out the trench, don't know what calamari is
I pick my mum up in the taken, she say, "Son, what car is this?"
Until they ain't see me say this
Watchbox for my Cuban, heh
Watchbox for my Cuban lace
Sittin' at the grave, like, "Bro, I made a million"
Sellin' drugs in the mountain, I'm a Himalayan
Took it trial until the verdict, then he's innocent

This hotel 12 hundred a night, you better eat me silly
This hotel 12 hundred a night, don't bother bring your knickers
This t-shirt cost 12 hundred pounds, just took a picture in it
Piece cost me six a day, might need 12 hundred for the dinger
This hotel 12 hundred a night, you better eat me silly
This hotel 12 hundred a night, don't bother bring your knickers
This t-shirt cost 12 hundred pounds, just took a picture in it
Piece cost me six a day, might need 12 hundred for the dinger


Writer(s): Cian Francis William Wright
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