Tgif
I'm spending all of my dough
I'm spending all of my cash
All this money that I ever had
I put that shit on my tab
12 o'clock and i'm fucked up
Oh damn, i'm smashed
I got fine women, and fine drinks
I'm tryna' make this shit last
Its Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
(let me get it) get it on a Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
Yeah, I got to the club
And its turnt the fuck up
And its hots as a sauna
What a surprise
Look at that girl
Damn, she thinks she's hot as Rihanna
She thinks she a young Madonna
I'd give that 7, or 8 at the best
9 if i'm starring down straight at your chest
10 if i'm drinking as late as the chefs
I'll say i'm impressed when i see someone standin' out
Not the ones handin' out booty like change
They moody as
Like judge Judy on stage, what?
Thats an analogy, I hope you proud of me
I've been undoubtably
Spending much more then my salary
Offers me hourly
Fuck it, this liquor empowers me
I'm spending all of my dough
I'm spending all of my cash
All this money that I ever had
I put that shit on my tab
12 o'clock and i'm fucked up
Oh damn, i'm smashed
I got fine women, and fine drinks
I'm tryna' make this shit last
Its Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
(let me get it) get it on a Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
Orderin' shots of tequila, that shit got me stuck in a daze
I can't believe that i'm still on my feet
Matter-a-fact i'm fuckin' amazed
I don't think I feel my face
All of this liquor keeps losing its taste
Takin' these shots and I hit that shit raw
While the girl at the bar says "it's better with chase"
Speed up the pace
'Hit me again'
I could use a couple shots to the dome
If i ain't' spendin' my time by the bar
Then i'm probably workin' on who to bring home
I need a loan
All of my money is gone
Fuck it, i'm in my zone
She wants to bone
She said she drop me a tone
'wait, where the fuck is my phone?'
I'm spending all of my dough
I'm spending all of my cash
All this money that I ever had
I put that shit on my tab
12 o'clock and i'm fucked up
Oh damn, i'm smashed
I got fine women, and fine drinks
I'm tryna' make this shit last
Its Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
(let me get it) get it on a Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
I'm spending all of my cash
All this money that I ever had
I put that shit on my tab
12 o'clock and i'm fucked up
Oh damn, i'm smashed
I got fine women, and fine drinks
I'm tryna' make this shit last
Its Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
(let me get it) get it on a Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
Yeah, I got to the club
And its turnt the fuck up
And its hots as a sauna
What a surprise
Look at that girl
Damn, she thinks she's hot as Rihanna
She thinks she a young Madonna
I'd give that 7, or 8 at the best
9 if i'm starring down straight at your chest
10 if i'm drinking as late as the chefs
I'll say i'm impressed when i see someone standin' out
Not the ones handin' out booty like change
They moody as
Like judge Judy on stage, what?
Thats an analogy, I hope you proud of me
I've been undoubtably
Spending much more then my salary
Offers me hourly
Fuck it, this liquor empowers me
I'm spending all of my dough
I'm spending all of my cash
All this money that I ever had
I put that shit on my tab
12 o'clock and i'm fucked up
Oh damn, i'm smashed
I got fine women, and fine drinks
I'm tryna' make this shit last
Its Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
(let me get it) get it on a Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
Orderin' shots of tequila, that shit got me stuck in a daze
I can't believe that i'm still on my feet
Matter-a-fact i'm fuckin' amazed
I don't think I feel my face
All of this liquor keeps losing its taste
Takin' these shots and I hit that shit raw
While the girl at the bar says "it's better with chase"
Speed up the pace
'Hit me again'
I could use a couple shots to the dome
If i ain't' spendin' my time by the bar
Then i'm probably workin' on who to bring home
I need a loan
All of my money is gone
Fuck it, i'm in my zone
She wants to bone
She said she drop me a tone
'wait, where the fuck is my phone?'
I'm spending all of my dough
I'm spending all of my cash
All this money that I ever had
I put that shit on my tab
12 o'clock and i'm fucked up
Oh damn, i'm smashed
I got fine women, and fine drinks
I'm tryna' make this shit last
Its Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
(let me get it) get it on a Friday
Thank god lil' homie its Friday
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