Song Lyrics

I pull up and hop out the cleanest (oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (skrr)
He copy my style when he see me (skrr)
She hate me, but really don't mean it (ooh)
She wipin' it up when she finished (oh)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (oh)
You smokin' that mid in your pictures (oh)
Them niggas gon' have to come get you (skrr-skrr)
I pull up and hop out the cleanest (oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (ooh)
He copy my style when he see me (ayy)
She hate me, but really don't mean it (ayy)
She wipin' it up when she finished
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin'
You smokin' that mid in your pictures
Them niggas gon' have to come get you

They hate me, they know that I made it (oh)
She fuckin' me up, I'm her favorite (hey)
Your bitch is all in rotation (hey)
Fresh cup, bitch, I'm wavy (hey)
Suck me off, get a Mercedes (skrr-skrr)
Baby, I'm lit, goin' eighty
Tokyo kill 'em, ayy, uh
Makin' them bands every day, uh
Tell that bitch turn away
In the North blowin' J's
Shawty ain't give me play (ooh)
Now a nigga paid (yeah)

Fake it 'til you make it, yeah, that's that shit that hurt
Ice cubes on my neck, yeah, how much is it worth?
In the foreign (skrr, skrr) and it's pourin' (skrr, skrr)
Listened to your mixtape and it's borin' (oh)
Careful on the streets, speedin' while it's snowin' (oh)
She a thotty and you copped her not knowin'
I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoein' (skrr, skrr)
Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland (yeah, yeah)
Baby, I just bought your flight, where you goin'?
Couple strokes in that pussy like a whirlwind (ooh)

I pull up and hop out the cleanest
They come and then get you, they mean it
He copy my style when he see me (skrr)
She hate me, but really don't mean it
She wipin' it up when she finished (yeah)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin'
You smokin' that mid in your pictures
Them niggas gon' have to come get you (oh)
I pull up and hop out the cleanest (oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (oh)
He copy my style when he see me (oh)
She hate me, but really don't mean it (ooh)
She wipin' it up when she finished (ooh)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (ooh)
You smokin' that mid in your pictures (ooh)
Them niggas gon' have to come get you (skrrt)

Check up
If I give it to you, don't mess up
Got big money then flex up
Double Ds, yeah, get your chest up
Gotta look good when you're next up
Give me that top, keep your head up
Makin' that sound, get your bread up
Mom told me, "Keep my head up" (oh)
ATM, I get that cash, know I get that guap (oh)
ATM, the speed is hot, I got that shit on lock, Uh
Louis with the Gucci, yeah, I mix it in Japan, uh
Showin' off your Burberry, FaceTime with friends
Lowkey, your bitches wanna f*ck me, I ain't playin', uh
I get the money, power up, like it's Super Saiyan
Christmas on the island, yeah, she just wanna tan
Louis bathing suit, yeah, I'ma need a fan

Fake it 'til you make it, yeah, that's that shit that hurt
Ice cubes on my neck, yeah, how much is it worth?
In the foreign, and it's pourin'
Listened to your mixtape and it's borin'
Careful on the streets, speedin' while it's snowin'
She a thotty and you copped her not knowin'
I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoein'
Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland
Baby, I just bought your flight, where you goin'?
Couple strokes in that pussy like a whirlwind (oh)

Bryan Lamar Simmons, Malcolm Jamaal Davis

The duration of Tokyo Nights is 4:00 minutes and seconds.