Fridays lyrics

[Intro: TD GlizZzy & TD Ceasar ]
Aye, yuh, aye, aye, yuh
We got Hectors on the table, b*tch
Uh, yuh, aye
Shout out Matrix!
Aye, aye, oh
Shout out Matrix!
Yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: TD GlizZzy]
On Fridays, I f*ck on your b*tch, (Ou)
On Saturdays, I f*ck on your ex, (Yuh)
On Fridays, I pop percoset, (Uh)
On Mondays, I'm poppin' on X, (Ou)
On Fridays, I f*ck on your b*tch, (Ou)
On Saturdays, I f*ck on your ex, (Yuh)
Fridays, I pop percoset, (Yuh)
On Mondays, I'm poppin' on X, (Ou)

[Verse 1: TD Ceasar]
Foreign b*tches, fast cars
Bust a choppa, off a bar
Smoke a b*tch, like a cigar
I'm so high, talkin' to stars
200, on the dash, on the freeway, (Ou)
Called her up, I said, "b*tch, let's have a threeway, (Ou)
Smoke a b*tch, my choppa is the ashtray, (Ou)
To hell, my f*ckin' Glock is your pathway, (Ou)
I could f*ck on foreign b*tches all day, (Ou)
But ain't no day as good as f*ckin' Friday, (Ou)
Pay attention, to my payroll, (Yuh)
Where you runnin', b*tch, that ain't the way home, (Yuh)
Step back, 'cause my choppa stay close, (Yuh)
On Fridays, I'm smokin' on like eight bowls, (Ou)