Weekend
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Sipping on liquor, I'm off the deep end
Ice on my body got a youngin ass freezing
Shorty on her kneees in the club, not preaching
Said I got money and you bet that I mean it
Throwing up stacks
No I'm never ever going back
To the way that I was in the past, and that shit facts
Seen a couple feins OD in the streets
They ain't never ever getting that timeline back
Seen a couple bitches on they're knees for some G's
And there doing that shit all for some crack
Party all weekend
Grind all season
Shoutout to the big homie
Ya-ya
Shorty got dumped, no reason
Never going back to speaking, I got racks
Throwing money in the club
Two, Two, in a cup
Sippin, trippin, I don't think about it
Going back to the way shit was
Smoking sticky, shit make me dizzy
I'm smoking on more then a dub
Hold on I got to go back to the party, there yelling my name in the club
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Sipping on liquor, I'm off the deep end
Ice on my body got a youngin ass freezing
Shorty on her kneees in the club, not preaching
Said I got money and you bet that I mean it
(Said I got money and you bet that I mean it)
(Ya Ya)
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Sipping on liquor, I'm off the deep end
Ice on my body got a youngin ass freezing
Shorty on her kneees in the club, not preaching
Said I got money and you bet that I mean it
Throwing up stacks
No I'm never ever going back
To the way that I was in the past, and that shit facts
Seen a couple feins OD in the streets
They ain't never ever getting that timeline back
Seen a couple bitches on they're knees for some G's
And there doing that shit all for some crack
Party all weekend
Grind all season
Shoutout to the big homie
Ya-ya
Shorty got dumped, no reason
Never going back to speaking, I got racks
Throwing money in the club
Two, Two, in a cup
Sippin, trippin, I don't think about it
Going back to the way shit was
Smoking sticky, shit make me dizzy
I'm smoking on more then a dub
Hold on I got to go back to the party, there yelling my name in the club
Took a flight to LA for the weekend
Party all season
Why they always speaking?
Sipping on liquor, I'm off the deep end
Ice on my body got a youngin ass freezing
Shorty on her kneees in the club, not preaching
Said I got money and you bet that I mean it
(Said I got money and you bet that I mean it)
(Ya Ya)
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Writer(s): Bryce Franklin
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