Friday

Okay It's 10 am
I woke up late
Figured I get my paper straight
K rolled a backwood
But I only smoke them papers, wait
Moscato and OJ
Make sure that we drive straight
Shawties wilding in the back
Speedin down the Highway

It's Friday
And you got nothing to do
Have ya boy roll a blunt and have him queue up the tunes
Cuz yeah it's Friday
And Saturday coming next
And I know you gon be stressing bout them checks

I Get it back
These niggas don't like how I get it back
Get a bag don't fumble that
Shawty bad
Might have to smash
Uh look
I'm here for the weekend
She sayin she love me
I'm sayin she tweaking
Feelin like Ali
How I sting like a bee
Float just a butterfly
As swift as can be
Niggas talking beef must not be talking to me
But if you talking cheese, I could take you out to Philly
Look
Out in the city, it's chilly
All these bitches be a dime a dozen
But Miami shawties looking silly
I need a shawty that's smart as fuck
But that waistline on sully
I know I be going ghost
Can't waste time that's no bully
I'm back now on my bully

Yeah it's Friday
Me and my niggas feeling sideways
I think it's time to take Benz up out the driveway
It's Friday
Big CEO we do it my way
I can't be managed but for now, we getting fried

Cuz yeah it's Friday
And you got nothing to do
Have ya boy roll up a blunt n have him queue up the tunes
Cuz yea it's Friday
And Saturday coming next
I know that you don't want ya shawty stressed
Cuz yeah it's Friday
And you got nothing to do
Have ya boy roll up a blunt n have him queue up the tunes
Cuz yea it's Friday
And Saturday coming next
And I know you gone be stressing bout them checks

Shawty mine
Cuz she know that a second is worth a dime
If you sit on your ass then you wasting time
And she know better not to waste mine
Uh yeah
I'm on top now
Swear to god when I touch a mil bet these bitches gon flock now
Fuck it up
She do it whenever I double up
You can jump rope I can double Dutch
And I put a whole 3 5 in a double Dutch
Uh
Now I'm passed out on the couch
If you want me for my money I suggest using your mouth
Cuz I'm really outside
If you got the money bring it outside
Wanna run up on me? Catch me outside
If you really smoking bring it outside

And we got nothing to do
And you something to smoke
And she gon hop in the Benz
And she gon go with the flow

Cuz yeah it's Friday
And you got nothing to do
Have ya boy roll up a blunt n have him queue up the tunes
Cuz yea it's Friday
And Saturday coming next
I know that you don't want ya shawty stressed
Cuz yeah it's Friday
And you got nothing to do
Have ya boy roll up a blunt n have him queue up the tunes
Cuz yea it's Friday
And Saturday coming next
I know you gon be stressing bout them checks

It's Friday
It's Friday
It's Friday
It's Friday



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Writer(s): Alexander Dailey-sterling
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