4AM In NYC

I'm ice cold, no rink Gold chain, tight jeans Kirkland black tee She been tryna read me Compliments she feed me It's almost morning, least I think My heart is colder from the trauma Her body hotter than a sauna She got an ass like Lana Her friends smoking marijuana And all I can think Can this last a little longer? I tell my crew I'm by the water Said pour my drink up stronger And make my liquor little darker I'm her daddy, not her father All my dogs from the Backstreet Four bad bitches in my backseat There must be something in the water The energy is like no other We in NYC Sun down no sleep We party til we see the sun up From Bronx til Brooklyn The city never sleeps We in NYC Sun down no sleep We party til we see the sun up From Bronx til Brooklyn The city never sleeps