All Night (feat. Mr.Bentley) - Big Sean

Forget the sign, here come the wine

He swing away, I knuckle up

Been in the clutch, he drive a stick

No not bat, you missed that

I'm not in fifth gear, switch

Six Bent, chopped and screwed

I ain't talking 'bout the beat, I'm talkin' 'bout my suit

Keep four hand not like bi-fon-du

When I move they tellin' me they lovin' my colors

All that talkin' 'bout the clothes, I'm talking about the under

Huh, ground sonic kings I rap while pimped with a wease

My audemar maid bring me green tea

Tell ---- I massage her feet

And she love me long time, my woman stay on her knees

Use the head for prayer only --- to say thank you

And now you know for sure that I'm not like you

--- uh watch out, ------

You can't catch a fish unless you got the right bait

And though I have a stable with the best milkshakes

The booty pass, from Aldehyde

Abstinent like ebony in fashion league, why? we different

You complain that there's not enough metaphors

I complain that there's not enough candy for us

We got different tastes

You get hot when you're not gettin' enough green

Uhh, some more collard greens? I got enough pepper sauce

You hear things and let 'em go over your head

I write 'em down and Google 'em before I go to bed

'nough said, pays the parallel park, rim brand

Let the driver take a day, Big Sean got the big Benz instead

Yeah, and if you got all that, the result tab ----- red

Here come the pig (seats!) and pose up

And tell 'em that we goin' all night

Cause we know what you like

Bentley know what you like

Big Sean know what you like

88 know what you like

So tell 'em that we goin' all night, alright?

I miss Cherie Amore I see

Won't you come be my Cherie Amore for me

Wi Wi, baby I can make it better for we

She got that baby phat fat, not Kimora Lee (Yeesh)

I used to be underground like the pipeline

Now I'm everywhere like WI-fi

So log on to a Don Corleone

Who was known to be known

Off performing his songs!

I'm from a place that's so unprotected

Need more than a condom

But now a nigga label mates with Common

So how them haters feel? shit, no comment

You like Kanye? He cool with Hov

Oh, you don't like Hov? Well I know you like Beyoncé

Ain't looking for a wife but

The man on my team

From the D like Chauncey

Billups babe, mhmm, and we could leave

I'm trynna beat like 88 keys (Damn!)

How we livin' like we smoke 88 trees

Hot shit baby, I might radiate heat

Excuse me! if I don't come all cordial

I don't mean to put you through this whole ordeal

Comin' from a city where the niggas keep it poppin like Orville (You Know?)