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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Tyrone Johnson
Tyrone Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy It's goin' down every weekend, yeah Malibu, top gone, everything for the weekend Yeehaw, ayy Summertime, bathin' suit, jump in the pool for the weekend Ayy, yeehaw I can make any bitch leave her man, just for the weekend She don't really know it's goin' down tonight Up in the city goin' down tonight All lights, our mission, they gone tonight She like, "Shit, it's goin' down tonight" I'm in my P1, doors up, I'm goin' places She know that I'm goin' places Seein' different faces Blue hundreds, big faces Tonight, yeehaw Got it crackin' out in California What I'm blowin' on strong, bottle of ammonia "Keep your fuckin' phone on" what I tell my bitch She don't answer, my mentality is hit a dancer Fuck it, shit I got no time for the fuck shit, I'm gettin' money or die Get the fuck on with distractions, I'm way too dope not to have it Rather say "bye" and stay fly than stay a part and me die Some shit it just ain't no sheeshin', either you with it or not If you gon' measure my bad more than you measure my good Just think it coulda been worse, I could be dead in the hood Instead I'm out here with Swift, poppin' bottles and shit Tell me how we gettin' it, it feels like the '90s again, damn Ayy It's goin' down every weekend, hey, yeah Malibu, top gone, everything for the weekend Yeehaw, ayy Summertime, bathin' suit, jump in the pool for the weekend Ayy, yeehaw I can make any bitch leave her man, just for the weekend She don't really know it's goin' down tonight Up in the city goin' down tonight All lights, our mission, they gone tonight She like, "Shit, it's goin' down tonight" I'm in my P1, doors up, I'm goin' places She know that I'm goin' places Seein' different faces Blue hundreds, big faces Tonight, yeehaw That Bentley truck'll get your dick sucked I know you want that, but first you gotta run your chips up I let lil' mama slurp on dick until her hiccups Told her, "Keep that Rollie on" until her fuckin' wrist cut (Rollie on) Ayy, okie, pokie, woah I think my gators got a scoliosis, woah Made it out the hood, ain't win no trophy, but I got gold The obstacle is get this money up and, and go Or you gon' end up stuck 'round here drinkin' beer Listen to my music, I can put something in your ear Pussy nigga play I bop-brrrat-bop-bop their beard Your mama seen you get bop-brrrat-bop-bopped then she teared I pulled up to the party and walked in like ayy I don't want no problems, I just wanna say... It's goin' down every weekend, hey, yeah Malibu, top gone, everything for the weekend Yeehaw, ayy Summertime, bathin' suit, jump in the pool for the weekend Ayy, yeehaw I can make any bitch leave her man, just for the weekend She don't really know it's goin' down tonight Up in the city goin' down tonight All lights, our mission, they gone tonight She like, "Shit, it's goin' down tonight" I'm in my P1, doors up, I'm goin' places She know that I'm goin' places Seein' different faces Blue hundreds, big faces Tonight (tonight), yeehaw When you see a Friday (yeah, yeah) You paid for that ride out the driveway (yeah, yeah, yeah) When you see a Saturday (yeah, yeah) Lookin' like we never seen a bad day When you see a Sunday Dressed like we fresh off the front page (yeah, yeah, yeah) Catch us every weekend (weekend) And we gon' do more ballin' than sleepin' We gon' be stayin' up, drinking all night Gotcha pourin' shots out the bottle, getting high with a model Ain't no body die, we'll be alright Nigga, fuck the drugs and the liquor, we get high on the lifestyle I said fuck the drugs and the liquor, we get high on the lifestyle The Dime Trap Plainly put, it's like a TED talk for hustlers The evolution of Trap Muzik Now, Trap Muzik is, you know, a dope boy's philosophy A former trap nigga's experiences and adventures Said to music But not just, when he cracking a key Or when he cooking the work or when he sell it and get busted We know all that What happen when he go on vacation, you know How is that What happen when he fall in love? Or have his first child All we want to cover all those bases 'Cause dope boys go through many, many things Just because it's trap music Don't mean it got to be one dimensional Diversified vibes
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Clifford J. Harris, Tyrone Johnson, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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