[Intro]
Woo
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah

[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend (For the weekend)
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end (Deep end, yeah)
In the two-door, riding 'round yeah we speeding (Yeah, ayy)
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends (With my best friends)
I'ma fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than (Nothing less than)
Shawty, what's up? Come and ride in the S-class (Ayy)
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Rockstar shit, I feel like Ozzy (Ozzy Os)
Pull up to the telly, smokin' gas in the lobby
Drop-top Mazi
No, can't nobody stop me
I'm a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low-low
Red-eye flights, Off-White head to toe, though
Brand new Nikes, looking nice with the polo
Jason Derulo, you catch me riding solo
I kill 'em all, call it Lars Ulrich
Lil' bitch tryna ride my wave
Lil' bitch, get your own shit
Lil' bitch, I been gettin' paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil' bitch soundin' like a lame
Beggin' for my old shit
Gonna pull up in the vert, goin skrrt
I pick up your bitch at work
I can't help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Beggin' for a feature, boy, you broke, you can't afford a verse
Bitch, I look like Frieza
Break that down and stuff it with the purp
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end (Deep end, yeah)
In the two-door, riding round yeah we speeding (Yeah, ayy)
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends (With my best friends)
I'ma fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than (Nothing less than)
Shawty, what's up? Come and ride in the S-class (Ayy)
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand

[Verse 2]
Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on, roll that shit up
Blowin' smoke out the windows
She look like Beatrix Kiddo
I'm with some Harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can't fuck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima
I had to cop me some Bape
I skrrt off in that beamer
And take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I'm feelin'
I tell them I'm feeling great
Rainbow road, switchin' lanes
In that opalescent paint
Got some Saint Laurent glasses
Backwood ashin'
Police passin'
She bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the '97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
It don't matter where I'm at
[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end (Deep end, yeah)
In the two-door, riding round yeah we speeding (Yeah, ayy)
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends (With my best friends)
I'ma fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than (Nothing less than)
Shawty, what's up? Come and ride in the S-class (Ayy)
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand (Ooh)