Friday

歌詞

[Chorus:] Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin' Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin' Live every goddamn day like it's Friday Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin' Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin' Live every goddamn day like it's Friday Tell the feds if they comin' they better come now They got my chips straight now I'm ready to retire I ball 'til I fall homie thug 'til I die And if I died today I know I'll probably fry But if I hit the right lick I can live nice Think I'm scared to go get it you goddamn lie My money go to lookin' funny I'm gettin' on seventy-five Non-stop homie straight to the Cuban's island I like to get money, fuck hoes, and rock ice Give a damn who don't like it, it's my life That's why I drank e'eryday dog and stay high Catch me in the strip club lettin' money fly And goin' broke the only thing that can make me cry I told my P.O. she can't change me don't even try The street life got me gone I don't know why Tryna at least see a couple mill' 'fore I die [Chorus] Before I went to sleep I prayed for a hundred squares Told God he'll bless me if He really cared Know you fuck niggas prayin' for me to get killed Know you crackers wish you could give me a hundred years That's why I ball and stunt for the niggas in jail Cracker gon' have to kill me 'fore they put me in a cell Nigga told me to turn myself in I told him "go to Hell" Cause if they want me they better do they job and that's real Worst thang they can do is hold me with no bail Until that shit happen been done ran across a whole mill' I thug it out 'til the end homie that's how it is Life too motherfuckin' short for me to sit still I can't leave these streets nigga they pay my bills I gotta be dead in prison nigga for me to chill I asked a trick the other day why he pop pills He told me I'll pop 'em too if I knew how it feel [Chorus] I wake up e'ery mornin' lookin' for a money bag When a nigga died and he was broke then he died sad If I was on my dick you niggas'll be glad Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad Long as my heart still beatin' nigga I'mma get cash Live every motherfuckin' day like it's my last Indictment money in my pocket and 'Gnac in my system Need every muthafuckin' day like Christmas Heared the crackers downtown givin' out big numbers I know some muthafuckin' haitians givin' out triple. [Chorus]