Weekday (feat. Mo$tack & Steel Banglez)

(Steel Banglez)

What we sayin' Mo?

Yeah

She said, "Men are trash"

I think girls are too

Put the blame on me but I'm the same as you

Still the same ol' Aitch man, I stay so smooth

Manny boy, I stepped in with the same old crew

Pretty one thick but she holds it nice

Swear her pussy so tight, had to bone it twice

Baby gyal, why you being photo-shy?

I won't post it, I just think the photo's nice

She said, "Men are trash"

I said, "Yeah, that's true"

But you're the company I keep and I'm chillin' here with you

So what does that make you?

You know I stay trippin', I just can't be shippin'

I'ma blaze that truth

You know how I'm livin', I just got a sweet trim

And man, I can't be chillin' with the same ol' pool

And I'm still winnin' with the same old school

I could probably fuck my teacher from my old school

Miss Thompson, I know one ting

She just come from Turkey, she got liposuction

And this gyal does some psycho suckin'

But she want it all now, it's a rush ting

Yeah

She want it all now, man, this girl impatient

And when she leave she be makin' statements

But she comin' back here, nothin' changin'

I just tell her holler at me when she at the station

Club goin' up on the weekday

We not ever have a weak day

Alright, let's get to foreplay

She gon' do whatever we say

Club goin' up on the weekday

We not ever have a weak day

Alright, let's get to foreplay

She gon' do whatever we say

Is your mans on one? Grab the blonde one

Or bring the brunette, man I just want fun

I'm with queen ones, I would bring bro

But "Remember that time, you never gave me one?"

'Cause I'm a crazy one, I need a lady one

I want a baby but don't want a baby mum

Aitch said, "Pussy", when I asked what he ate for lunch

Hundred bags is what I made this month

Yo

About your ex man, don't care what he said

Get up in between your legs, eat it like a cream egg

Tell her, "You know nothin' 'bout me yet"

Then I'm dashin' like I seen a fed

Yeah, skrrt 'round like it's Nascar

Movin' like a trap star, Cali in a glass jar

Stepped in smellin' like a Rasta

Lookin' like a rapper, this is what I asked for

Club goin' up on the weekday

We not ever have a weak day

Alright, let's get to foreplay

She gon' do whatever we say

Club goin' up on the weekday

We not ever have a weak day

Alright, let's get to foreplay

She gon' do whatever we say

Oh, my ting wants to switch up the guy she's seein'

Reason being, she said I party too much for a human being

I don't just fuck gyal in the European

I don't even ask who the gyal are seein'

You're pussy if your gyal's in the room that we in

Yeah, go watch your gyalfriend boy

Go watch your gyalfriend boy, boy, boy, boy, boy