Don't you open up that windowDon't you let out that antidote (Yeah)Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)Don't go through the front door (Through the back)It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)So, don't you open up that window (Ooh)Don't you let out that antidote, yeahParty on a Sunday (That was fun)Do it all again on Monday (One more time)Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God)I might do it all again (That's boss shit)I just hit a three peat (Ooh)Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry)I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no)My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up)She just want the coco (Cocaína)I just want dinero (Paper hunt) (Where?)Who that at the front door? (Who that is?)If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shhh)Don't you open up that window (Yah)Don't you let out that antidote (Yah, ooh)Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah)In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)Don't go through the front door (In the back)It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)Yeah, ooh, oohAt the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh)At the night show (Higher)At the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh)Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga)Ooh, at the night show (Yeah)Anything can happen at the night showEverything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh)Ooh, at the night showAnything can happen at the night showOoh, at the night showOoh, your bitch not at home, she at the night showOoh (Straight up) fuckin' right, hoOoh, had to catch a flight for the night showOoh (Let's go), let's get piped thoughBottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no(Ahh-ahh) (La Flame) I ain't got no type thoughOnly got one night though, we can do it twice though(Ahh-ahh) It's lit! At the night show, oohAt the night show (Ooh, ooh)At the night showOoh, at the night showYeah, at the night showEverything can happen at the night showOoh, at the night showAnything can happen at the night show, oohStackin' up day to day, young niggaYou know you gotta go get it, go get it, my niggaThey hatin', they stankin', they waitin'Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm SatanCallin' me crazy on different occasionsKickin' the cameraman off of my stages'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my anglesI'm overboard and I'm over-impatientOver my niggas and these kids my agesDealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicatedLike these two bitches that might be relatedH-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number oneIt's late night, got a late showIf you wanna roll, I got a place where, ahhPoppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)Don't go through the front door (Through the back)It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)So don't you open up that window (Ooh)Don't you let out that antidote