Lyrics:
burning out
I barely leave the house but I went to the grocery store on a weekend night
Girls dressed up, buying their juice
Reminds me of you
Felt a little
hard
To stay out of trouble it's a survival of the fittest
Whatever it took to bring money to the table
I did it even my girl lost faith in me
Left
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
house
Yesterday she passed me by, she don't want to know me now
Can you see the real me, can ya, can ya
Can you see the real me, woah yea
I
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
Shy boys and girls are coming out tonight
fine boys and girls want to sit by the table all night
shy boys and girls want to leave the small town
right, but it's right now
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain't right
Party everyday, why we waitin' on the weekend?
'Cause she know that I
of all kind.
Russian Fendi sables
with matchin pool tables
Read the Label - MAFIA
Admirin my shoes by Gucci
I be eatin sushi, playin with my coochi
Countin
out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house
I got my coat and suddenly
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
tipsy, I'm tipsy not drunk I like it when I'm tipsy I do what I can't
Got tipsy from the beer and liquor I drunk It's a freaky weekend, I'll do what I want
Told me never her well I guess babygirl I’m venting
Met her up at pent house
Table was expensive
Knew I had a big house
Nasty like them
(likeeee)
Like
there for a few
Some girls that I knew
Stepped up and asked me to come to
A party they were havin' at their house
I looked at my girl, and yo, she
dream the dreams that she used to, she used to
These days she just lives for the weekend, the weekend
Time goes by real fast when your sleeping, when your
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
by the high
No cares on my mind
Couple dares, that is fine
This shit from 'round the back house
More baggies bagged and that roach
In granny's
In a house just off the route
With a briefcase full of money
And a pistol in his boot
The cards were on the table
When the law came bustin' in
I like my girls extra like cardi
We be at the house tryna party
Im here for some fun not polly
I just seen a ah ee pop a molly
And the weekend aint
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
him him and him
Bet it fucked up when your girl lay him him and him
Look man that's why I'm a give it up the Benz truck driv it up
Every weekend did
the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes
Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights
Domino tables, who got big 6?
Where I'm from we do concrete backflips
Flip
I'm by your side
I gonna say it right now/ I'll lay it on the table and let you figure out
I'll risk rejection to get some satisfaction
Pretty lady give
dealers, shuffling cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang
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