FRIDAY NIGHT ft. Jay Trapz Lyrics

Hungry for this money, so I'm focused on this bread

Bad bitches wanna fuck with me, I told them give me head

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Friday night, I'm with the guys

Yo, we gettin' high, smokin' dank and countin' bank

In the Wraith, bad bitches give us face, yeah

The whip too fast, yeah, the cops won't even chase

Goin' fast, high speeds down the interstates

You wanna talk, I might send you to the heaven gates

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Send you to the heaven gates, told you we ain't play

Finna shoot you with that AK, take your life away

Finna send you home with a halo

We ain't aiming low, we aiming for your dome

Focused on this dough, I can never trip about a trickin' ass hoe

Bitch, we ballin' hard like the pros in the Super Bowl

I been gettin' money as they comin' in, we on a roll

DMing your bitch, yeah, she givin' in

Tellin' me to slide, she give me head, yeah, she killin' it

Tell me where your man's, I'ma split his wick

I'ma split his body like some dividends

Flee the scene and ain't leave no evidence

Bitch, nigga, fuck your hoe

I get a bag and I get some more, we stand tall

Ten toes, knock your bitch like dominoes

Hang you up like a coat, bitch

Shut your mouth, you don't know shit

Six figures, big bag

Leave him deceased with a toe tag, bitch

Hungry for this money, so I focus on this bread

Bad bitches wanna fuck with me, I told them give me head, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Friday night, I'm with the guys

Yo, we gettin' high, smokin' dank and countin' bank

In the Wraith, bad bitches give us face, yeah

The whip too fast, yeah, the cops won't even chase

Goin' fast, high speeds down the interstates

You wanna talk, I might send you to the heaven gates, yeah