Louie McDon - On the Clock Lyrics

We ain't f*ckin with the lights on
Shorty still a vision with the lights off
And we been here all night long
We ain't going home
We, We ain't going home, forreal

Bitch, you know you're On the Clock
You better make it work
Bitch, you know you're On the Clock
You better make it work

I'm about to
Blow a whole check on ya
If you keep it poppin'
I go loco, when you go low
Oh No, Don't Stop it
Po-po at the back door
They keep on knocking
No we ain't stopping,
Hoe I'll be honest
I can't tell if this a hustle or just math
Shorty stackin' up
Bringing friends in the room
Gorgeous good at adding up
Had to kick a bitch out
Cuz she said that bitch
Ain't bad enough
They acting up
And if you ain't your bag
You finna pass it up cuz,

These auditions
Competition f*ckin'
With my team
Bold Ambitions
Baggin' bitches
Out my F*ckin' league
It's Precision on the Mixin
Why my shit so clean
My prediction for the evening?
F*ck you think?

We ain't f*ckin with the lights on
Shorty still a vision with the lights off
And we been here all night long
We ain't going home
We, We ain't going home, forreal

Bitch, you know you're On the Clock
You better make it work
Bitch, you know you're On the Clock
You better make it work

I never f*ck her with the lights on
But I heard she ride it like a bike, Holmes
So I think I might, Holmes
From the city where they
Show more titties than the hub, Holmes
I'm just trynna love, holmes
I'm just trynna... Yo

I grew up Screw up but
Sick enough that I flew up
The top of the totem pole
My spirit had met Yahshua
He told me to save the rap game
These day's a scrimmage
A testament to my penman
These other rappers just quizzes

I take em then I finish
Hit shorty Like "how you doin?"
Been a minute
Trynna net up in your court
Just like it's Tennis
Let me finish,
I'm a menace
Even brought some balls with me baby
It don't mean be sacrilegious but, um

My penis need some penance
Look baby I ain't Dennis
Go to Vegas just so I don't
Get that bulshit, cool slick
Kiss her when the lights get low,
St. Louis taught me dominos
Was either that or pool sticks,
I had to learn the rules quick

We ain't f*ckin with the lights on
Shorty still a vision with the lights off
And we been here all night long
We ain't going home
We, We ain't going home, forreal

Bitch, you know you're On the Clock
You better make it work
Bitch, you know you're On the Clock
You better make it work