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
getting money [Game] Bottles and 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
ends The workin' in the grind is an uphill road I'm punchin' that clock and carryin' that load I bust it all week and then I'm free The weekend belongs
I helped you find your grind But it's just a waste of time and I played the fool for you But it's three in the morning, yeah, it is not a weekend, oh
an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me, what's wrong With a little grind
let my jewelry bling Speaking to the youth like a young Martin Luther King They wanna control me, but I am not a damn slave Millions dollars a weekend
done got out of school On my nerves and Come down, Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I'm going now Ooh, I'm going now I'm popping cows, chopping dollars It's the weekend
god will show me the evens But im sick of being poor through the seasons Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend Bout to go
spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica Ooh my favorite chicken, ooh, I love my paper And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind Facing
, I'm not getting soft All I want is a couple days off Yeah, just a couple days Let me catch my breath Thank God for the weekend Ah back to the old grind
friends, weed the grind mine on a million, and we over the building (Hook) I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear, weed in my grinder
a week Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend I got you **** **** ****,
cookin' for me She stash me out when the feds come lookin' for me I'm not cheatin' on her or beatin' on her I spend the weekend on her We on the block
get enough to split Back to that block where i be I'm on her mind though I wanna call her and ball her i'm on my grind though she wanna ride on the love
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,
ghetto super stars They on the boulevard travelin', smokin? and drinkin' Here go yo tokin' you can blow and get hope for the weekend By the time it'
Chorus) This for the boys that?s on the grind/ Servin bids and doin crime/ Stuck in the pen and doin time/ Facin 10, 20, Life/ (Verse 1) Make ways of
