For The Evening Songtext
von Eric Bellinger

Check me out
We got y′all
Can some somebody say "Make money, money, make money, money, "Make money, money, make money
Say "Make money, money, make money, money, money"
Make money, money, make money, money, money
It's Eazy

Spicy oh I think she like me, yeah
This one dangerous (Oh-oh-oh)
High-key might be wifey, yeah
Look at that ass on her
I be on them curves for the evening, girl
Got me push it up on it
Say the word and we leaving
And I′ll be yours 'till the morning
Till the morning


She saw the big bag
And now she want one
Took her on the boat
Now she wanna drive one
She know I'm too cold
Without the ice on
Counting my pockets
She′s so dangerous
When we made good love
She want the lights on
Swear I′m the right one
It don't take much
Pull up and pipe some
Hand in my wallet
But I′m not saving her

Spicy oh I think she like me, yeah
This one dangerous (Oh-oh-oh)
High-key might be wifey, yeah
Look at that ass on her
I be on them curves for the evening, girl
Got me push it up on it
Say the word and we leaving
And I'll be yours ′till the morning
Till the morning
It's Eazy