Weekend
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend
(It's the Speaker Knockerz)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend
Married to the money, never cheatin'
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season!
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend
Married to the money, never cheatin'
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season!
Fuck-nigga mad for no reason (you mad?)
Diamonds shinin' hard, yeah, I'm gleamin' (bling)
I swear to God, it feels like I'm dreamin' (let's get it!)
If you ain't talking money, please, stop speakin' (bye)
Molly and Cîroc got her leanin' (she gone)
Now she wanna fuck, yeah, she fiendin' (wassup?)
She say she got a man, let's keep a secret (she bad)
Hoes be playin' games, now they deleted (bye-bye)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
True Religion jeans, outta Neimans (let's go!)
I said, "I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season!" (hell, no!)
You ain't tryna fuck? — Get to leavin' (bye-bye)
Turned your girl into a eater, now she eatin'
Pulled up in the 'Maro, now he heated (fumin')
Made her bust it open, now she leakin' (skrrt)
I be making moves on the weekend
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (she gone)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
(It's the Speaker Knockerz)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend
Married to the money, never cheatin'
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season!
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend
Married to the money, never cheatin'
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season!
Fuck-nigga mad for no reason (you mad?)
Diamonds shinin' hard, yeah, I'm gleamin' (bling)
I swear to God, it feels like I'm dreamin' (let's get it!)
If you ain't talking money, please, stop speakin' (bye)
Molly and Cîroc got her leanin' (she gone)
Now she wanna fuck, yeah, she fiendin' (wassup?)
She say she got a man, let's keep a secret (she bad)
Hoes be playin' games, now they deleted (bye-bye)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
True Religion jeans, outta Neimans (let's go!)
I said, "I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season!" (hell, no!)
You ain't tryna fuck? — Get to leavin' (bye-bye)
Turned your girl into a eater, now she eatin'
Pulled up in the 'Maro, now he heated (fumin')
Made her bust it open, now she leakin' (skrrt)
I be making moves on the weekend
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (she gone)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
I make them racks and spend it on the weekend (let's go!)
Married to the money, never cheatin' (nah)
I took your girl and fucked her on the weekend (yo' ho)
I ain't tryna cuff, fuck a season! (hell, no!)
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Writer(s): Derek Mcallister Jr.
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