The Night Shift Theory

She work the night shift
To keep the lights lit
I go and throw a bag on her cause my life lit
Say she ain’t got a boyfriend
She got a guy friend
Hope she got girl friends, we got weed, with some hype friends
She got her nose up
She think she hot and
Pool of designer drugs
Ooh she just dive in
We reserve judgment
Ooh we just vibin'
Her phone on vibrate
Her spot got high rent
And she act like this club the only one that’s hirin'
And I don’t know what’s up with me I keep on coming back in
Invite her to different places, fly her out then fly her in
It gets hotter everytime, I gotta tell her back in
I don’t know what’s up with me I keep on coming back in
I don’t know what’s up with me, I don’t know what’s up with me
I don’t know what’s up with me I keep on coming back in
I don’t know what’s up with me, I don’t know what’s up with me
Look, Hey bad girl you gorgeous
Hold a nigga down get Porche’s
What you want dry clothes sorted
What you want your hair imported (Tell me)
I got a bag I could on you
That shit ones that I’m throwin' on you
Came in this bitch for a week straight, first you ain’t like me I’m growin' on
you
I don’t know her name we so informal
Fuck the rules we don’t play be em'
Tryna see what time her friends clockin' out so I can drop em' off if I stay by
em'
Xanax they stay buyin', percocets they stay buyin'
I don’t mind have a great time cause fuck it these hoes straght fine
And I be here all the time
I, treat these hoes like they all is mine
I’m with the owner
What you say bitch I’ll call his line
Ya’ll keep the asses shakin'
I keep the dollars flyin'
And she act like this club the only one that’s hirin'
And I don’t know what’s up with me I keep on coming back in
Invite her to different places, fly her out then fly her in
It get hotter everytime, I gotta tell her back in
I don’t know what’s up with me I keep on coming back in
I don’t know what’s up with me, I don’t know what’s up with me
I don’t know what’s up with me I keep on coming back in
I don’t know what’s up with me, I don’t know what’s up with me
She work the night shift
To keep the lights lit
I go and throw a bag on her cause my life lit
Say she ain’t got a boyfriend
She got a guy friend
Hope she got girl friends, we got weed,
She got her nose up
She think she hot and
Pull her designer drugs
Ooh she just dive in
We reserve judgment
Ooh we just vibin'
Her phone on vibrate
Her spot got high rent