TokyoAnt - Friday Lyrics

Its Friday, feeling like Pinky
Yea I'm fresher than Easter
Bomb lil bitch, let me smash on the pussy just like Batista
They hate to see you in the light, but love when you there in the bleachers
But bitch I'ma take this shit far
I'ma star
Couldn't touch, if you reached up
Yep! all practice
I try not to preach much
But when I got the ball just tell them n***as try not to reach much
Smoking too much gas
Too loud, better speak up
I wanna bang thru ya speakers
Big dog, an Akita
Tickle them keys like Alicia
Drilling that pussy, she sing like a Anita Baker
Choke smash em like Undertaker
Self made, hate asking for favors
Big watch, switch my time like flava
That's on my lord and savior
F*ck around might meet ya maker

Friday and a nigga ain't got shit to do
I just cop some gas, ain't got shit to lose
She all on my line, she got some shit to prove
Money on the ground, told em get the broom
Friday and a nigga ain't got shit to do
I just cop some gas, ain't got shit to lose
She all on my line, she got some shit to prove
Money on the ground, told em get the broom

Money on the ground, I told em get the broom
Big ballas in this shit, told em make some room
Yea it's money on the ground, told em get the broom (Aye)
Get the broom (Aye) get the broom (Aye)
Big ballas coming thru, told em make some room (Yea,yea)
Make some room (Yea,yea) make some room (Yea, yea)
Money on the ground, told em get the broom (Get the broom)
Get the broom (Sweep it up) get the broom (Yea)

Real n***a, feel it in my aura
Remember scraping up dimes and quarters
Remember boxing that Ford Explorer
Now I'm in my bag, exploring like Dora
Feet in the sand of Bora Bora
Paychecks, so ima f*ck me some more up
Stay talkin shit, but they won't show up
Stop the capping lil n***a, just show us
Dad called, said son you gone blow up
Now these hoes acting like they know us
Flow too nauseous, yea you might throw up
I'm on go go, I can't slow up
(Go, Go, Go, Go)
I'm on go go, I can't slow up
Yea

Friday and a nigga ain't got shit to do
I just cop some gas, ain't got shit to lose
She all on my line, she got some shit to prove
Money on the ground, told em get the broom
Friday and a nigga ain't got shit to do
I just cop some gas, ain't got shit to lose
She all on my line, she got some shit to prove
Big ballas coming thru, told em make some room

Big ballas coming thru, told em make some room
(Told em make it) make some room (Told em make it) make some room (Told em make it)
All this money on the ground, told em get the broom
(Told em sweep it up) get the broom (Sweep it up) get the broom