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La Nights
Hip-Hop/Rap
La Nights was released on January 30, 2026 by 88 Ent LLC as a part of the album NATION BUSSINESS
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Release DateJanuary 30, 2026
Label88 Ent LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremy Bender
Jeremy Bender
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Bender
Jeremy Bender
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralph G
Ralph G
Producer

Lyrics

I can't sleep at night, I got money on my mind
Tryna make teen rich and every day I'm on the grind
I done dropped out to my knees like Lord give me a sign
I'm in a trap with all flavors, them bags, they online
I done flew out, I'm in Houston, I got verses for the cheap
Never lackin, I got **** that's gon' put in work for me
Push a beat, don't get it twisted, I can get you touched for free
Zazaland we the label, they be quick to step for Z
I ain't trippin' no shit, I'm on a flight, I'm with a bad bitch
Every time I'm in Atlanta, we fuckin' up magic
Three-five in the wood, got a F and N in this plastic
Know that pussy good, I'ma fuck her like I'm a savage
Love talkin' bout my lil' Rollie, that bitch a 41
Feel like ain't no real **** left, am I the only one
She gon' give me top on the first night, that's a hole-in-one
Feds hit the spot right now, I'm goin' on a run
Yeah, I was on parole, still takin' trips to L.A
Task force walk down on us at the airport
They thought I had pounds in my bag, they so goofy
Why would I do that? I got a flyer is you stoopid
Do the speed, limit know, we tryna duck the troopers
All black truck, in the back watchin' Tubi
Just got a crazy-ass text from a cutie
Still trappin, pull up, I'll serve yo ass a cutie
Dior said they ran out of colors for them shoes
I was in the trap, had them B 22s
She said, can she bring a friend? I say, cool
Give her ass some blues yeah
In L.A, them late nights, I'm pullin' up my paper right
Foreign whips for all of us, we outside till daylight
I don't get no sleep, that money keep callin
Ballin' like Spalding, ooh
**** tryna come and get some money, all good
I'm the type to turn a **** name to a hood
Probably see me pullin' up to that store, I'm bustin' jugs
Every time I speak, I know they gon' listen, I feel like shug
Stick to gettin' money, ****, stop hatin, then roll that wood
Probably paid for that pussy, ain't trippin, that's what it was
Got the same 24 hours, go get that shit out the mud
Got a bitch at home, so you can't get shit from me but a hug
Ayy, watch out for snitches, them **** got wires
Told the bitch I love her, she said, you know you a liar
Steady rollin' Zazaland this shit, gon' keep me higher
I done earned my status, I Gucci'd all my attire
I know how it feel, I really done took a loss
Go and get it back, it's gon' make you feel like a boss
Watch out for them ****, they throwin' you in the cross
2020, they was callin' me, I had the sauce
Ayy, bro, I was gettin' ****, paid overnight
Still thirsty to go to Cali, I took a layover flight
Take it one way, cause I ain't comin' back for two weeks
And I knowin' I spent the bag, man, this shit ain't cheap
I could put you up on some game, but this shit ain't free
Try to walk a mile up in my shoes, shit get deep
I got Bally kicks and some racks, I'ma keep it p
Ballin' on them like Derrick Rose, I'm the MVP
And you knowin' I'm with the nation, I'ma throw up the G
She told me, hit it from the back while you recordin' me
Big ol booty, baby, I call that a Georgia peach
Another flight tomorrow, we gon' hit a Florida beach
Two hundred bags for your life, that's a reward to me
Two hundred bags for your life, that's a reward to me
Yeah, **** ain't fuckin' with me, man
Written by: Jeremy Bender
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