Black Friday
Boujee!
(If it ain't made by Twenty I don't want to hear it)
Yeah, I ain't a hood nigga
Yeah let's get that known (Uh huh)
Your girl hit me up
She be calling my phone
She said she wanted dark liquor
I ain't talking Patron (Ya dig)
Boujee is a king
And he's coming for thrones (Uh huh)
Whipping the big body
Yo girl is just a hobby (Uh)
She wanna get to know me I said
"Meet me in the lobby"
If she ain't on that freak shit
Then I ain't gone freak it
We can move in silence
But it ain't no secret (Shhhh)
I can be your Black Friday
Hit me up
I'll come riding through the night
We're mixing Henny with the Sprite (Uhh)
I can be your Black Friday
At the end of the week
You a freak
And I'm tryna catch a peak (Ya dig)
Girl you know I'm Boujee
And I hope that your is the same way
Left your ex at first base to see me like a replay (Uh)
Take you to the max like we shopping at T.Js (Uh huh)
Not cheap but on fleek like you seen on blu-rays
I could cop them off whites
But I wouldn't walk right
I been on that croc life
Yeah my style they gone bite
Now I could be your Friday
And have everyone beat
You the only one here
So go ahead and take a seat (Uh)
I can be your Black Friday
Hit me up
I'll come riding through the night
We're mixing Henny with the Sprite
I can be your Black Friday
At the end of the week
You a freak
And I'm tryna catch a peak
I can be your Black Friday
Hit me up
I'll come riding through the night
We're mixing Henny with the Sprite
I can be your Black Friday
At the end of the week
You a freak
And I'm tryna catch a peak
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Pull up to the scene
With a big body truck
And a big booty bitch
And she wanna say what's up
I think she wanna fuck
I think I wanna nut
I'm tryna get in them guts (Ya dig)
Pick her up
Dick her down
Take that ass
Throw it round
Ain't no joker
Ain't no clown
I just be messing around
Twenty on the beat
She be blasting it
But she be discreet (Twenty!)
Lady on the street
But when she with me
She turn into a freak
You is a rat
6iine ass
Don't fuck with me
If you is like that
Niggas be snitchin'
Bitches be wishin'
Boujee be the king
We on a mission
We out
Yeah that's my sterling silver
And my tiger eye if you were wondering
Ya dig
(If it ain't made by Twenty I don't want to hear it)
Yeah, I ain't a hood nigga
Yeah let's get that known (Uh huh)
Your girl hit me up
She be calling my phone
She said she wanted dark liquor
I ain't talking Patron (Ya dig)
Boujee is a king
And he's coming for thrones (Uh huh)
Whipping the big body
Yo girl is just a hobby (Uh)
She wanna get to know me I said
"Meet me in the lobby"
If she ain't on that freak shit
Then I ain't gone freak it
We can move in silence
But it ain't no secret (Shhhh)
I can be your Black Friday
Hit me up
I'll come riding through the night
We're mixing Henny with the Sprite (Uhh)
I can be your Black Friday
At the end of the week
You a freak
And I'm tryna catch a peak (Ya dig)
Girl you know I'm Boujee
And I hope that your is the same way
Left your ex at first base to see me like a replay (Uh)
Take you to the max like we shopping at T.Js (Uh huh)
Not cheap but on fleek like you seen on blu-rays
I could cop them off whites
But I wouldn't walk right
I been on that croc life
Yeah my style they gone bite
Now I could be your Friday
And have everyone beat
You the only one here
So go ahead and take a seat (Uh)
I can be your Black Friday
Hit me up
I'll come riding through the night
We're mixing Henny with the Sprite
I can be your Black Friday
At the end of the week
You a freak
And I'm tryna catch a peak
I can be your Black Friday
Hit me up
I'll come riding through the night
We're mixing Henny with the Sprite
I can be your Black Friday
At the end of the week
You a freak
And I'm tryna catch a peak
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Go Boujee (Yeah)
Pull up to the scene
With a big body truck
And a big booty bitch
And she wanna say what's up
I think she wanna fuck
I think I wanna nut
I'm tryna get in them guts (Ya dig)
Pick her up
Dick her down
Take that ass
Throw it round
Ain't no joker
Ain't no clown
I just be messing around
Twenty on the beat
She be blasting it
But she be discreet (Twenty!)
Lady on the street
But when she with me
She turn into a freak
You is a rat
6iine ass
Don't fuck with me
If you is like that
Niggas be snitchin'
Bitches be wishin'
Boujee be the king
We on a mission
We out
Yeah that's my sterling silver
And my tiger eye if you were wondering
Ya dig
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Writer(s): Slater Rountree
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