Lyrics of 'Every Night (feat. Berner & Wiz Khalifa)' by Chris Brown

Turn the beat up a lil' more
Yeah, ha, uh
Real, real, real
Okay, hahaha
Look, yeah

Every other day, sayin' somethin' I'm not
Motivation is paper, my car fresh off the lot
Money make her, I'm chasin' my dream right off the block
Family cook off that bakin' soda, fresh up out the pot
Got 'em like ooh-wee
Never mechanical, never a fuckin' robot
I ball through the year, that's somethin' you just don't know 'bout
Virginia ass nigga, with my hand on my cock
Give a fuck about a flock 'cause I land on the top
Yeah, and if I died tomorrow, would you give a fuck?
Takin' all these shots, I'm tryna live it up
Go tell a bad bitch she need to give it up
It's real niggas over here, she need to get with us
Looky, looky, I'm hoggin' up all the pussy
Nigga Jordan to the game but I hustle like a rookie
All this ice, I need a sleigh
If a nigga wanna fade
In this Audemaur for J
In this all-black

With all this kush, lights, drugs and bottles
We do this every night
It's just the way you like
We do this all day, all night
Girl, you with the gang
And we do this every night (uh)
It's just the way you like (uh)

So many cars, they can't fit in the garage (the garage)
So much swag, I can't fit it in the bag (the bag)
So much kush, I can't fit it in the zag (the zap)
So many Os, the price can't fit on the tag (the tag)
Been goin' so hard, I can't even stop it
My family need it, plus I'm grown, so that ain't even an option (an option)
Just found a buildin' to call me a loft in (a loft in)
Them niggas hatin', they gon' need some doctrines (some doctrines)
I'm smokin' real big
Money way bigger
Still be in the hood
With all my hood niggas (niggas)
Motherfuckers gotta it twisted thinkin' I'ma change
I take what most would make a year and spend it on my chain
I take what most won't even know and spend it on a zip
I take what most won't even see and spend it on a whip
That mean I'm ballin' like recess
And young Khalifa man be on in the deep end
You fuckin' little bitch

With all this kush, lights, drugs and bottles
We do this every night (we here)
It's just the way you like
We do this all day, all night
Girl, you with the gang
And we do this every night
It's just the way you like

Uh, been crazy
Girls still hate me
My eyes lazy
My side lady's pretty as hell
Shoebox money went and got me a mill' (true)
Dirty bills burn holes in my pocket, for real
True hippie
My chain's 250
Just fresh cut cooked, just way too sticky
I'm day drunk
I'm pissin' rosé for a week (damn)
I ball, one car, movin' on to a Jeep (rolls)
We're flyin' in whips, that a hunnid and up
A hunnid Ps, OT, yeah, it's never enough
I'm on watch, every pot, Cookie and Sheryl
Sold-out shows, still play with them birds
(With them blocks)
If your favorite rapper's weed man
Party all night, head pass for the weekend
More cash, more models in my bed
Hit the club, few bottles to the head, huh

With all this kush, lights, drugs and bottles
We do this every night
It's just the way you like
We do this all day, all night
Girl, you with the gang
And we do this every night
It's just the way you like