Lyrics
Yeah, you know I had her
Carter, what up? Uh
(AOA, turn me up)
Move up out my way, bitch, lemme do my business
Every day is Friday and we balling like it's Christmas
Never saved a hoe and you won't never catch me slipping
I been trappin' hard as fuck, don't forget to mention
Move up out my way, bitch, lemme do my business
Every day is Friday and we balling like it's Christmas
Never saved a hoe and you won't never catch me slipping
I been trappin' hard as fuck, don't forget to mention
I was out in ATL, lamping at yo bitch spot
Dick is never free, double Cs on her flip flops
Swerve and hit the pit stop, I don't want that lil' tequila
Bitch, I need the big bottle and we in the club VIP
And they can't sit by us and we smoking big fire
Rapper weed in every kinda flavor, we can't get higher
I ain't finna penny bargain Waffle House off Sidney Marcus
Oops, I killed Kenny, sorry, hah, you can't attend this party
Move up out my way, bitch, lemme do my business
Every day is Friday and we balling like it's Christmas
Never saved a hoe and you won't never catch me slipping
I been trappin' hard as fuck, don't forget to mention
Straight up out the trenches, you ain't finna trick me off the street
'Cause I ain't tempted, ten speed to Bentley
She ain't want me back then, now she wanna, l-l-l-lick me
We was kinda tipsy, bitch, just come and get me
Drop ya low, I'm in the 50's (fuck you doing over there)
I'm on business, you know how I'm git-git-git-git-git-git getting it
I dare a nigga to say I wasn't trapper of the century
Miss me
Now she wanna suck my lollipop, I don't think so prolly not
Face broke out, exotic pops, same nigga who shot at Pac
Wayne's world it's party time, I was raised at Connie house
Shaking her ass at follies now and she bringing me dollar signs
Move up out my way, bitch, lemme do my business
Every day is Friday and we balling like it's Christmas (yeah)
Never saved a hoe and you won't never catch me slipping (never)