| Song | Lights Out |
| Artist | Scooter |
| Album | Who's Got The Last Laugh Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah nigga, we real mother fucking working my hood nigga | |
| We don't get no sleep | |
| We stayed down through them street lights | |
| Spots opened day and night | |
| We work out trap houses | |
| Got a lot of bells pilled up | |
| All I want is commas | |
| I got a lot of money | |
| Everybody know the streets | |
| I'm the voice of the streets | |
| I just slipped in the project | |
| I'm talking 2 hunned dollar rent | |
| Plus I ain't got no water bill | |
| And I got illegal cable still | |
| All I want is commas, I got dope boy money | |
| Black amigo know it's stunting | |
| Now I'm million dollar hustling | |
| For rapping bout my days of hustling | |
| When I was broke and had nothing | |
| By any mean necessary, let's go | |
| I jump from January to January | |
| I got places to go & I got people to see | |
| It cost ya 20,000 to here my voice on these beats | |
| I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea | |
| Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D's | |
| It don't bother me that he go more than me | |
| You know its loyalty over royalties | |
| Got the bail money for you & the lawyer b's | |
| I'm selling Florida keys, I'm selling Cali Weed | |
| My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity | |
| She only 2 already using profanity | |
| My amigo friend said I made a bill annually | |
| You call them niggas yo robbing crew | |
| I call them niggas family | |
| Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well | |
| Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale | |
| In my trap house, I got that fish scale | |
| It's like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele | |
| Six hell form, I'm alone I make the mail | |
| Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor | |
| Stupid with the plug, and I'm a jig it off | |
| 200 hunned thousand dollars in …mode | |
| All I know is ball, in these streets grow | |
| 32 free bands and we want it all | |
| Drop a 36, dump it like I'm john wall | |
| Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall |
| Yeah nigga, we real mother fucking working my hood nigga | |
| We don' t get no sleep | |
| We stayed down through them street lights | |
| Spots opened day and night | |
| We work out trap houses | |
| Got a lot of bells pilled up | |
| All I want is commas | |
| I got a lot of money | |
| Everybody know the streets | |
| I' m the voice of the streets | |
| I just slipped in the project | |
| I' m talking 2 hunned dollar rent | |
| Plus I ain' t got no water bill | |
| And I got illegal cable still | |
| All I want is commas, I got dope boy money | |
| Black amigo know it' s stunting | |
| Now I' m million dollar hustling | |
| For rapping bout my days of hustling | |
| When I was broke and had nothing | |
| By any mean necessary, let' s go | |
| I jump from January to January | |
| I got places to go I got people to see | |
| It cost ya 20, 000 to here my voice on these beats | |
| I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea | |
| Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D' s | |
| It don' t bother me that he go more than me | |
| You know its loyalty over royalties | |
| Got the bail money for you the lawyer b' s | |
| I' m selling Florida keys, I' m selling Cali Weed | |
| My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity | |
| She only 2 already using profanity | |
| My amigo friend said I made a bill annually | |
| You call them niggas yo robbing crew | |
| I call them niggas family | |
| Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well | |
| Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale | |
| In my trap house, I got that fish scale | |
| It' s like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele | |
| Six hell form, I' m alone I make the mail | |
| Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor | |
| Stupid with the plug, and I' m a jig it off | |
| 200 hunned thousand dollars in mode | |
| All I know is ball, in these streets grow | |
| 32 free bands and we want it all | |
| Drop a 36, dump it like I' m john wall | |
| Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall |
| Yeah nigga, we real mother fucking working my hood nigga | |
| We don' t get no sleep | |
| We stayed down through them street lights | |
| Spots opened day and night | |
| We work out trap houses | |
| Got a lot of bells pilled up | |
| All I want is commas | |
| I got a lot of money | |
| Everybody know the streets | |
| I' m the voice of the streets | |
| I just slipped in the project | |
| I' m talking 2 hunned dollar rent | |
| Plus I ain' t got no water bill | |
| And I got illegal cable still | |
| All I want is commas, I got dope boy money | |
| Black amigo know it' s stunting | |
| Now I' m million dollar hustling | |
| For rapping bout my days of hustling | |
| When I was broke and had nothing | |
| By any mean necessary, let' s go | |
| I jump from January to January | |
| I got places to go I got people to see | |
| It cost ya 20, 000 to here my voice on these beats | |
| I cut my girl off its to many fish in the sea | |
| Fishscale in the house, its like we at Captain D' s | |
| It don' t bother me that he go more than me | |
| You know its loyalty over royalties | |
| Got the bail money for you the lawyer b' s | |
| I' m selling Florida keys, I' m selling Cali Weed | |
| My Chinese plug sending pills, its insanity | |
| She only 2 already using profanity | |
| My amigo friend said I made a bill annually | |
| You call them niggas yo robbing crew | |
| I call them niggas family | |
| Hounds and bills, yeah I know them well | |
| Gotta weight my coke with this scale they wait a whale | |
| In my trap house, I got that fish scale | |
| It' s like a nail, sharp the way I work my clientele | |
| Six hell form, I' m alone I make the mail | |
| Keys to the city, yeah young juice man he the mayor | |
| Stupid with the plug, and I' m a jig it off | |
| 200 hunned thousand dollars in mode | |
| All I know is ball, in these streets grow | |
| 32 free bands and we want it all | |
| Drop a 36, dump it like I' m john wall | |
| Skrit in the pot now my money in the wall |