Weekend Millionaires (feat. Katelyn Tarver)
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Saturday, Feburary 3rd, 9:09p.m
You better fucking call me back on my cellphone
I'm done doing this thing with you, chasing you
Until the point where you exhaust me
Look what you have already, what the fuck are you doing?
I mean do you really want this to be over?
Is that what you want?
Are you gonna be a happy boy then?
Well I guess so, since that's what you told me
So I guess I should just listen to that
You better call me soon, cause I'm done chasing you
So put the weed on the table and they gon' roll it up
Then before we hit the club the house smoke it up
I'm getting comments from haters like I'm not old enough
Never really spoke enough
It's hard for me to open up
I'm harmful and dangerous
It's like I'm partially famous
I light two L's at the studio
Spit heat while I'm blazing
Shots of vodka no chasers
Disregarding the neighbors
She wanna spend the night here
I'll make her worries disappear
All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires
Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there
Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
We get wasted just to pass the time
She say she coming down so can I pass the wine
We both scared we getting older you
She say she think she love me man thats asinine
That ass behind
Tonight I'm here, tomorrow I'm gone
You keep the weed you keep the bong
And when you hear my songs girl just sing along
Can't get too close
I make hits like Pujols
Try rolling me new hoes
Shortstop like Tulo
All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires
Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there
Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
In L.A
Lost your morals
Lost yourself
Hope you make it in NY
All alone
Hoe depressed
Getting faded
Drink tonight
In the day
Gin and tonic
Heart keeps breaking
Make mistakes
Don't try so hard
You can not fake it
You just want to be noticed
Listen girl i notice you
Your camera's all out of focus
And I just live in the moment
All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires
Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there
Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Saturday, Feburary 3rd, 9:09p.m
You better fucking call me back on my cellphone
I'm done doing this thing with you, chasing you
Until the point where you exhaust me
Look what you have already, what the fuck are you doing?
I mean do you really want this to be over?
Is that what you want?
Are you gonna be a happy boy then?
Well I guess so, since that's what you told me
So I guess I should just listen to that
You better call me soon, cause I'm done chasing you
So put the weed on the table and they gon' roll it up
Then before we hit the club the house smoke it up
I'm getting comments from haters like I'm not old enough
Never really spoke enough
It's hard for me to open up
I'm harmful and dangerous
It's like I'm partially famous
I light two L's at the studio
Spit heat while I'm blazing
Shots of vodka no chasers
Disregarding the neighbors
She wanna spend the night here
I'll make her worries disappear
All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires
Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there
Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
We get wasted just to pass the time
She say she coming down so can I pass the wine
We both scared we getting older you
She say she think she love me man thats asinine
That ass behind
Tonight I'm here, tomorrow I'm gone
You keep the weed you keep the bong
And when you hear my songs girl just sing along
Can't get too close
I make hits like Pujols
Try rolling me new hoes
Shortstop like Tulo
All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires
Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there
Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
In L.A
Lost your morals
Lost yourself
Hope you make it in NY
All alone
Hoe depressed
Getting faded
Drink tonight
In the day
Gin and tonic
Heart keeps breaking
Make mistakes
Don't try so hard
You can not fake it
You just want to be noticed
Listen girl i notice you
Your camera's all out of focus
And I just live in the moment
All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires
Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there
Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Weekend Millionaires
Credits
Writer(s): Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Katelyn Marie Tarver, James John Abrahart Jr.
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