Friday Night

Last line until the club dies

One last **** till the sun rises

White wine, imported sunglasses

Couple white brides, ain't what we all after?

So what was all that for?

I wish we all high

'Cause if you ain't the way I do

You living a lie

Living a lie, living a lie

Living a lie, living a lie

Living a lie, living a lie

Living a lie

Just live and let die

Live and let die, live and let die

007, that's live and let die

No way they gon' let me into Heaven when I

I go out

On a Friday night

And I don't know why

I come home

On a Saturday morning

J'ai dit : « Bitches don't mean nothin' »

They don't mean shit, they don't mean nada

Louis, Michael Kors ou Prada

I don't give a fuck which, pas ton papa

I go hard in that paint

They tryna catch me ridin' dirty su'a main

'Cause I been up, I been down

J'ai fait tout le tour du Downtown

But I been low, I been up

I done been mississippin' in the truck

And I listened to that Big, Pac, Nate, Pun, Aaliyah, Left Eye

Age ain't nothing but a number when I

I go out

On a Friday night

And I don't know why

I come home

On a Saturday morning

I go out

On a Friday night

And I don't know why

I come home

On a Saturday morning

I go out

On a Friday night

And I don't know why

I come home

On a Saturday morning