T.G.I.F.

Knock knock Cudi open up dis Chip Gotta kush pack shells And some henni we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on Give a penny to bitch But I'm wit' a couple ho's Who said they really wanna get Acquainted with some nigga's Who, ain't the average nigga's They just wanna see why All they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flier then a hundred natts Worth a hundred hundred stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin' Till I hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mention Candy old school Put you niggas in detention Slabbed niggas geeked up Tool in the clothes I'm just a young fresh fly Fool wit' some gold Aye, what it do my dude I'm livin' life dog what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank god I'm fresh Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, I'm super duper cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin' when I lean But get me to my fans, I'm country till decease Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'mma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe But she wanna check though Dodging popping pictures, Like the hoes was working with the law Back in Shaker bitches tried to play me to the left Now I pick the hoes I want, And give my niggas what is left I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's You can't knock 'em Use to have the Honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past Now I'm bout to throw 'em on the Jag Aye, what it do my dude I'm livin' life dog what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank god I'm fresh