OT for the Weekend

Ayo wassup Henny?

Shorty got vision and she ambitious
Run up the digits, Ballin' no Pistons
Call me Derozan I'll be Derozan
Mindin' my business, Handle your business

Bad lil bitty from the valley
Hustle hard get the cheques then we cash em'
Make money money rack it up everyday
Rubber bands and we got the stash

Shorty wanna ride to the top she a diamond
Doing suicides in a drop she feel alive in it
Feel like she gon' fly got her hooked on danger
She got all them tatts now she hooked on pain

Yeah

OT For The Weekend
I won't stop til I'm on top and I
Pissed off all my demons, ay
I pray I don't get popped but I
Thank God that I'm breathing
We gon' open up shop
And that party don't stop
Rolling 'round town, you won't see me downtown
Cause I'm OT For The Weekend yea

Sauced up
I'm Sauced up
Mama told me don't get locked up
Seven bands when I top up
You can't shake my hand if you ain't tryna get your guap up

How could I catch a break
I throw the bands away
I do the fade away
They callin' me Micheal J
I on a wave
Watch me sail away
C'est la vie
Auf Wiedersehen

Johnny Cash with the loot
I got bands, she got moves
What her skip, to my lou
Yea, yea, yea

Drunk drivin' in my coupe
Whippin' rock like it's food
Tellin' kids go to school
Yea, yea, yea

OT For The Weekend
I won't stop til I'm on top and I
Pissed off all my demons, ay
I pray I don't get popped but I
Thank God that I'm breathing
We gon' open up shop
And that party don't stop
Rolling 'round town, you won't see me downtown
Cause I'm OT For The Weekend yea



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Writer(s): Desmond Armstrong-holmes
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