"The Weekend" lyrics

Monday, Tuesday, to Friday
Monday, Tuesday, to Friday
Bitch
I should swing on you
Badda bing on you
Now they lean on you
Talkin' that other shit, don't have 'em breathe on you

Now they hopin' you got hoes again
Talk don't see no lighter
They know he a rider
Come through with that chopper
Ain't no helicopter
Then I slide, one of those
Fly with the bulls
Stroll with the guys
I don't know, weekdays the best time I can fuck you

Uh, so I can do my shit up to the weekend
Driving down this block, you got us creepin'
Monday, Tuesday, only days that I can fuck you
So I can probably come over tonight
Swinging on 'em, tell 'em make a right

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I can fuck you
Like, bend it over, you a poser
Girl I'm closer, talkin' what I'm doin' you ain't knowin'
I'm a show-er not a grow-er

Could've been should've been
Every single block they look like me again, you again
Then they hear a shout
I'm really true to this
I do a hundred riding through the north
They talkin' foolishness
I pull up with the iron in the door

Now that's the old you
Ask me questions I don't say because I'm noble
Other niggas said a lot, he wasn't posed to
I thought your nigga made a sound and now it's pro-tuned

Now
Weekdays the best time I can fuck you
Uh, so I can do my shit up to the weekend
Driving down this block, you got us creepin'
Monday, Tuesday, only days that I can fuck you
So I can probably come over tonight
Swinging on 'em, tell 'em make a right
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I can fuck you