the weekend its Friday night and I just got paid tryna fuck these hoes tryna make it rain Ive been smoking Ive been drinking just got paid and baby its the weekend
seems smoother than a water stone Don't move, girl, let-let me grab my camera phone Talk to me, baby, you ain't got no man yet Weekend in the Bahamas,
Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica Eww my favorite charge Eww I love my paper And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind Facing
I get her high I get her high, I get her high [Ya Boy] Fast Living, fast women They like to dive in that money, look she back swimming She back grinning
I wish you could see your face right now 'Cause you're grinning like a fool And we're sitting on your kitchen floor On a Tuesday afternoon Doesn't matter
coast [Take it away, Bob. . .] I asked as nice as I could If my job would Somehow be finished by Friday Well, the whole damn weekend Came 'n' went,
rockin' J's Smokin' and sippin' Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie Heated up like I'm Wade Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends Jordan's Monday
outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind
I mean Don't misunderstand me I'm not getting soft All i want is a couple days off Let me catch my breath Thank god for the weekend Back to the old grind
where the blacktop ends Workin' in the grind is an uphill road Punchin' that clock and carryin' that load I bust it all week and then I'm free The weekend
Loadin up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind [Lil
mother left for the weekend Was stressed when she was leaving Now she's next to some nigga cheating (Gasping for air, coughing) He picture'em making noises grinding
left wide open And a buck and fawn Were eating grass in the courtyard When the warden walked in And took a rifle from the prison guard And said to him with a grin
a relative In ya (?) seat-painted we could settle it DF the Family, below they still sellin it Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella Black crow
just dap me, come slap me You the bad man, so go ahead and touch my cheek then But we'll be burying you and your whole motherfucking family by the weekend
Cause other than moms and Boo-Boo nobody else cares I know you think I'm tweekin' But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend I
