Ludacris - Secret Song lyrics

[Hook: Corey Hart] I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can (Two chainz) [Verse 1: Tity Boi] I am wearin' my sungla**es, I'm feelin' fantastic I'm blowin' on that [?] watchin' a plasma, what have you And shorty layin' in my lap, then she sit up in my lap Tried to take my gla**es off, I'm like, "Uh-uh-uh— none o' that" [?] wit' a hun'ed packs [?] wit' a hun'ed stacks I'm ridin' in a fancy car with twenty-somethin's ona that Yeah you gotta honor that, cause you know we runnin' it I'm a f**in' soldier, that make my kid an army-brat Ain't no need o' stallin', when you call, we ain't callin' back Yeah we want that product, when we rob you we'll take all o' that Yeah, my sungla**es on, it keep my face tucked See, when her sungla**es on, yeah that's her make-up With tinted frames on my eyelids look what I did I drive with no gasoline like a hybrid I'm high, b**h. I'm on it, ho Seven-five-oh on two-eighty-five, peddle on the flo' [?] in my [?], I fell in love with dough It's all about that money, that's all you need to know I can't explain it, I don't know what you drinkin' See all I care about is p**y, weed, and Ben Franklins (Aphilliates, n***a. Pay attention, b*atch!) [Hook: Corey Hart] I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can (Tell these motherf**ers how I do it. Luda!) [Verse 2: Ludacris] I wear my sungla**es at night-time, never in my right mind Pushin', peddlin' then movin' that gwop right through that pipeline Money money's what I see an' money money's what I be in Freshly dipped from head to toe, flew to Cabo just for the weekend b**h, that's just how I do it; Oh b**h, I get right to it Sippin' on some Golden Grain, but my n***as we call it embalmin' fluid Put a bomb in your mamma's house, put a bomb in your b**h's bed Meanwhile over on the southside, Ludacris is gettin' head I'm on that foolish sh**, only got one life to live I'm shootin' pool wi' Tit, only got five thou' to give Till I stop tellin' Tit to rack 'em, then we shoot them dice 'n' clack 'em Later on that night on the southside, we got some b**hes and macked 'em Right down to their bare-essentials, don't mess wit' 'em on their menstruals Don't test us like that b**h — get a number two f**in' pencil You must be out your noggin, better make the right decision I wear my sungla**es at night cause they got x-ray vision [Hook: Corey Hart] I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can I wear my sungla**es at night so I can — so I can