redveil, D’Mari Harris - Weekend lyrics
[redveil, D’Mari Harris - Weekend lyrics]
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when
They throw me in the- two-tone-
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when they
Throw me in the deep end
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Yeah
I'm floating like that, give me a
Boat 'cause I'm dripping like that, yeah
Don't care where I'm at, I'll drop a
Bag but I'll get it right back, yeah
(Some) times I'll be cutting it close
I don't even wear all these clothes
Like, I just buy it just for show
But I might just burn on my own
So I'm gon' spend it how I want, yeah
It's the weekend
I might just go and hang with the guys
Lay down home I just got the sign
But I got nothing else but time
So I, sit back and recline
Hop in the whip and just go for a ride
Turn up the bass and just chill to the vibes
Clear to my mind
See the price one time we ain't copping that
I ain't never see the price
But I'm rocking that
Too much heat up in the
Vault so I'm locking that
Me and 'Mari see a opp and we on that ass
Like they tryna get a taste, uh
Fuck that nigga, give me my space
Tryna come back, shawty get out my face
I'm a pro-skating nigga
I'm gon' be on my grind
Face down, in my bag
Whippin' too fast in this
Bitch I might crash
Turn around, 10k, how I do the dash
Got about 10k stuffed up in the mask
Nigga, no looking back got my
Foot up on the gas
Whippin' too fast in this
Bitch I might crash, damn
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when
They throw me in the- two-tone-
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when they
Throw me in the deep end like that, nigga
Yeah like that, yeah
Like that, bitch like that, yeah (bitch)
Like that, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Like that like that (yeah)
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when
They throw me in the- two-tone-
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when they
Throw me in the deep end
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Like that, yeah like that, yeah
Yeah
I'm floating like that, give me a
Boat 'cause I'm dripping like that, yeah
Don't care where I'm at, I'll drop a
Bag but I'll get it right back, yeah
(Some) times I'll be cutting it close
I don't even wear all these clothes
Like, I just buy it just for show
But I might just burn on my own
So I'm gon' spend it how I want, yeah
It's the weekend
I might just go and hang with the guys
Lay down home I just got the sign
But I got nothing else but time
So I, sit back and recline
Hop in the whip and just go for a ride
Turn up the bass and just chill to the vibes
Clear to my mind
See the price one time we ain't copping that
I ain't never see the price
But I'm rocking that
Too much heat up in the
Vault so I'm locking that
Me and 'Mari see a opp and we on that ass
Like they tryna get a taste, uh
Fuck that nigga, give me my space
Tryna come back, shawty get out my face
I'm a pro-skating nigga
I'm gon' be on my grind
Face down, in my bag
Whippin' too fast in this
Bitch I might crash
Turn around, 10k, how I do the dash
Got about 10k stuffed up in the mask
Nigga, no looking back got my
Foot up on the gas
Whippin' too fast in this
Bitch I might crash, damn
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when
They throw me in the- two-tone-
Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend
Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason
Brodie got the heat
If you squeeze then you tweakin'
And you know I'm still frontin' when they
Throw me in the deep end like that, nigga
Yeah like that, yeah
Like that, bitch like that, yeah (bitch)
Like that, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Like that like that (yeah)