Free Nights & Weekends ft. Dave Hill & B. Lewie Lyrics

Shorty say she want a cape, I can't

So we ain't speakin

If it ain't pape it wait

Like it's free nights and weekends

I'm out on orchard lake

Who can't put they feet in

And around the branch with grapes

With checkbooks and ink pens

So, why you asking what I'm talking bout

I been on the grind pressing numbers

Like I'm calling out

Money grow on trees this the season it be falling out

I like when bitches mean, pussy clean, with a sloppy mouth

You fucking with it

We can talk but can you wait until I'm up a digit

Here go my gram, we don't even need the number with it

I'm at her shit, giving up dick, she don't get nothing with it

No matter what still say she coming with it, get it

My bad I can't talk, You ain't in yo bag, you laid off

I ain't check the price tag, what it cost

Oh that's just a little ehhh big boss

10 and up, but don't call me

Suited up, but it's on me

Hanging up, it's one holding

You're in luck, I'm promoting

Yeah, i can boss a bitch up

Driver her crazy, Ms. puff

Bring a friend bae, you only live once

If it ain't pape, i can't even pick it up

I'm fresh as fuck, and I ain't even flick it up

The one thing I don't forget the glizzy tucked

The number should be 10 or up, or I get anti

I'm putting tint inside the woods, it ain't no campfire

Got bad ones Sitting on the bench, yo hoe on standby

See me and Tevin, we don't share the same sentiments

Yo conversation need benefits, Benjamin's

Hit somerset and spent a ligament on fendi print

No you can't ask me who I'm chilling with, bitch

My bad I can't talk, You ain't in yo bag, you laid off

I ain't check the price tag, what it cost

Oh that's just a little ehhh big boss

10 And up, but don't call me

Suited up, but it's on me

Hanging up, it's one holding

You're in luck, I'm promoting