[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Club night turn to sunrise
You know I still ain't done, right?
Skip my place, and take you to yo' crib
I'm tryna roll a mega joint, raid yo' fridge
You got the PS3 you love yo' kid
I'ma play his shit since he not here
And I still got a fetish for other n***as hoes
Still keep the tooth brush in my car
With some basketball shorts and a charger for my phone
You never know what'll happen
Spontaneous action, in the city of the Mardi Gras
Parades and gun-clappin, quarterbacking
Not the center, but I'm snapping bongs
Shorty don't be smoking like that, she gone
Leon Phelps, Hugh Hef' grotto flow
Boogie nights at the Roxbury, which way should we go huh?

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Six in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So I'm driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
Six in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So I'm driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
(Got these bitches slippin' of they wedding rings)
(Its the planes and the gang)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, six a-m, chicks we slay them
Knowing favorite songs picks we play them
I ain't on some, oh I'm just some big star shit
But tell you I sure afford it
My lifestyle, all the visuals are gorgeous
Spend nights out couple bitches at the fortress
Got all these lil hoes addicted
Cause if it ain't broke, then it's rich, bitch
I'm ridin' in my ride getting lifted
Thinkin' which chick I'ma Bruce Lee kick with
I roll another joint then start my mission
Inhaling while she ready my previsions
Need a n***a that don't care what it cost him
Say you scared of heights, but admit the view is awesome
And the weathers great, roll another plane
Celebrate, and I'm in the sky, so she ask me how I'm fly

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Six in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So I'm driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones
Six in the morn'
But I don't wanna go home
So I'm driving from the club alone
Hoping one of these hoes answer they phones