Weekend Girl

Oh I think I found the one
Thick hips bad blonde with her hair undone
She a, tad tall, but she short on top
Conversation on point, she like to talk a lot
Solo moves, I cannot break this bread
I let her travel off with me as we tear down west
But I don't want to break her off, oh no, not yet
I'm a bring her round, show her how we make the flex

And I take her up to Hollywood, whats the call I would
Take her down for the count, but its, but its not my call
Till it is my call
Then we headed to the Rendezvous, where she get down, BOOM
And we turn up to some to, to some 2chainz Tunchi songs

She love that water on my wrist, you cannot afford this
Drop top whips and she's drop dead gorgeous
Water on my whip, dripping wet, you can't afford this
Drop top whips and she's drop dead gorgeous

And she love's the way that we ride out into the sunset
And I like the way that she smiles in the breeze
And baby girl roll that bleezy up
And she roll woods its that leafy stuff
Ridin shotty shawty top me up
Ridin shorts shawty tops me up
And I love this girl only on the weekends
And when Monday comes lets just be friends

We just fuckin up a check, mmhmm
Bonnie Clyde, rollin for the stress, mmhmm
Water ride, yachty on the deck, mmhmm
Televised, poppin of the jet, mmhmm
Hella high shorty got the pen on joog
All the night whippin on the reg whats good
Walk on the beach laying back kicking it, kiss in the waves, maybe I'm keeping this

I told my shawty that one day we makin' it
Ran up these numbers I hope that we rakin in
Stack it up bag is tucked add it up makin' these plays on the wave that they hate till I'm takin' it
Talk is so cheap
TMZ rich from it
Lean on a friend, or the bag I ain't preaching shit, no I ain't preaching shit

And she love's the way that we ride out into the sunset
And I like the way that she smiles in the breeze
And baby girl roll that bleezy up
And she roll woods its that leafy stuff
Ridin shotty shawty top me up
Ridin shorts shawty tops me up
And I love this girl only on the weekends
And when Monday comes lets just be friends

She love that water on my wrist, you cannot afford this
Drop top whips and she's drop dead gorgeous
Water on my whip, dripping wet, you can't afford this
Drop top whips and she's drop dead gorgeous



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Writer(s): Michael Lambrecht
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