Ayy, yeah, baby, whoa
I got your bitch fuckin’ with a rich nigga
Yeah, I got your bitch fucking with a rich nigga
1738, yeah, baby
This goes out to all my, to all my ladies
Hey, this goes out to all my, to all my girls
Ayy, yeah, baby
I say this goes out to all my, to all my girls (Ooh)
Yeah, baby
Montana, Fetty Wap, I go by Breezy
Squad!
Last night the DJ saved my life (Woo), oh-oh
Last night the DJ saved my life, oh-oh
Last night the DJ saved my life, oh-oh
Last night the DJ saved my baby, oh-oh
From the mud, drinkin’ mud out the Sprite, oh-oh
Baby, I’ma love you for the night, oh-oh
Her boyfriend ain’t talkin’ about nothin’ (Haaan)
She told me don’t get her in trouble (Haaan)
She was sneakin’ through the back door (Back door)
She came to see me in the bando
A hundred on the chain, thirty on the watch (Bling)
She wanna dope boy that’ll take her to the top
‘Cause she wanna get fucked by a young nigga in the night time
She gon’ let me lick the booty when the lights down
Baby, you need to fuck with a real nigga
Stop wastin’ your time with them fuck niggas (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, baby, if you let me lick it, I’ma kiss it (If you let me, whoa)
I’ma stick it all in like, yeah, baby (Yeah, baby)
Whoa, yeah, baby (Ayy)
Whoa, yeah, baby
Have you ever been fucked by a thug nigga? (Thug nigga, ayy)
Late night on the block, bustin’ juggs, Zoo Gang full of drug dealers (Drug dealers, ayy)
1738 in my cup, yeah, niggas know I’m drunk, nigga (Drunk, nigga, ayy)
When I pull up to the club, see the horses on the car, wassup? (Wassup, nigga? Ayy)
I’m a trained nigga, all I do is stackin’ (Yeah, baby, ayy)
Hit the plug up, thinkin’ might hit it (Yeah, baby)
Zip the drugs up, bitch, I’m in traffic (Yeah, baby)
Gonna lit ’em up now (Up now)
No, I won’t give a fuck now (No, I won’t give a fuck now)
You can tell me where the drugs now
You ain’t gotta stunt now (Ayy)
Zoo Gang too drugged out (Zoo Gang)
Memories what it was now
I just left the cut now
Man, I swear she got me bugged out
We be fuckin’ on the rug now (Squad!)
Yeah, baby
‘Cause she wanna get fucked by a young nigga in the night time (Yeah)
She gon’ let me lick the booty when the lights down
Baby, you need to fuck with a real nigga (Oh-whoa)
Stop wastin’ your time with them fuck niggas (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, baby, if you let me lick it, I’ma kiss it (If you let me, whoa)
I’ma stick it all in like, yeah, baby (Yeah, baby)
Whoa, yeah, baby
Whoa, yeah, baby
I hit the Quan in that pussy
While you flexin’, fuck around and drop a bomb in that pussy (Yeah-yeah)
I pour a four in that cream soda (Yeah-yeah)
I got a section full of hoes, bring the team over (Ow! Yeah)
I see the look in the ho face
I see you takin’ the molly, wantin’ the whole thing
Yeah, white girls on that cocaine
We be smokin’ California, call it propane (Ha ha)
Lamborghini’s and Ferrari’s when we switch lanes
And your bitch call me “karate” how I kick game (Wa-chow)
Know I got my nickname from my dick game
I’ma take your girl, fuckin’ up a good thing
They gon’ hate on me
Yeah, ’cause they girl gon’ leave
She gon’ ride it for me
Ain’t no love, she just wanna get fucked
‘Cause she wanna get fucked by a young nigga in the night time (Ooh)
She gon’ let me lick the booty when the lights down (She gon’ let—)
Baby, you need to fuck with a real nigga
Stop wastin’ your time with them fuck niggas (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, baby, if you let me lick it, I’ma kiss it (If you let me, whoa)
I’ma stick it all in like, yeah, baby (Yeah, baby)
Whoa, yeah, baby
Whoa, yeah, baby
A Night of Indulgence and Escapism
“Hell Of A Night” by Chris Brown, featuring energetic cameos from Fetty Wap and French Montana, immerses listeners in a world where nightlife, luxury, and fleeting romance are at the forefront. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of after-hours escapades, with the protagonist boasting about his lavish lifestyle, club antics, and the allure he holds for women seeking excitement beyond the ordinary. There’s a raw honesty in the storytelling, highlighting both the thrill and superficiality that often accompany these night-time adventures.
Desire, Status, and Hedonism
The song repeatedly circles themes of status, temptation, and the pursuit of pleasure. Chris Brown and his collaborators use bold, unapologetic language to express the magnetism of power and wealth, while also hinting at the emptiness that can come with such encounters. Despite its provocative tone, the track subtly acknowledges the emotional detachment and the chase for validation that permeate this lifestyle.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown feat. Fetty Wap & French Montana
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Willie Maxwell II (Fetty Wap), Karim Kharbouch (French Montana)