Friday Night

Verse 1:
Feeling like greatness in the making, feeling accomplished cause I know why niggas hating
This how it feel when you highly favored
Room at the SLS and this shit catered
Any nigga try us is in danger, quick to send a nigga to his maker
And I bet you they gonna blame us, or claim that the money somehow changed us
Focus on getting your change up, or fuck around and get your whole block flamed up
Niggas out here giving names up
I'm just trynna pull a Wraith up, Vonte swervin through chained up
Never trippin over money, it ain't make us
Is that bankroll for me? Seen a nigga turn rat for some cheese
Baby can you catch this pack for a P? Pick it up from Wizzkey he up in the PJs

[Intermission]

Verse 2:
Girl I'm trynna fuck, can I come through?
Oh yo friends there, can I bring my bros too?
I'm the type of nigga to beat it up I ain't gon hold you
Bro you tripping on that bitch and that's old news
Getting top in the old school
Buying all this Wock from this old dude
I'm really getting blue bucks, boy its no rules
She told you "Joey getting money" bro I told you
42 [?] Niggas sipping cold brew
I've been down, bayou where them niggas don't know you
Ion give a fuck about them lies nigga's told you
Boy you speaking on the gang, niggas on you
All that speaking on my name Ima show you, this street shit really ain't meant for you
OG got my mind gone, got a nigga in a different time zone
Baby on my line asking when I'm coming home
But I'm on my grind and I got it by the zone
Girl don't waste your time waiting up by the phone

[Outro]