FRIDAY NIGHT (feat. Jay Trapz)

Hungry for this money, so I'm focused on this bread
Bad bitches wanna fuck with me, I told them give me head
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Friday night, I'm with the guys
Yo, we gettin' high, smokin' dank and countin' bank
In the Wraith, bad bitches give us face, yeah
The whip too fast, yeah, the cops won't even chase
Goin' fast, high speeds down the interstates
You wanna talk, I might send you to the heaven gates

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Send you to the heaven gates, told you we ain't play
Finna shoot you with that AK, take your life away
Finna send you home with a halo
We ain't aiming low, we aiming for your dome
Focused on this dough, I can never trip about a trickin' ass hoe
Bitch, we ballin' hard like the pros in the Super Bowl
I been gettin' money as they comin' in, we on a roll

DMing your bitch, yeah, she givin' in
Tellin' me to slide, she give me head, yeah, she killin' it
Tell me where your man's, I'ma split his wick
I'ma split his body like some dividends
Flee the scene and ain't leave no evidence
Bitch, nigga, fuck your hoe
I get a bag and I get some more, we stand tall
Ten toes, knock your bitch like dominoes
Hang you up like a coat, bitch
Shut your mouth, you don't know shit
Six figures, big bag
Leave him deceased with a toe tag, bitch

Hungry for this money, so I focus on this bread
Bad bitches wanna fuck with me, I told them give me head, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Friday night, I'm with the guys
Yo, we gettin' high, smokin' dank and countin' bank
In the Wraith, bad bitches give us face, yeah
The whip too fast, yeah, the cops won't even chase
Goin' fast, high speeds down the interstates
You wanna talk, I might send you to the heaven gates, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Lascano
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