Crying on the Weekend

[Chorus] I caught you crying on the weekend baby I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain I caught you crying on the weekend baby Me and you just ain’t the same, me and you just, me and you just [Verse 1] Well this one's for my people Who stepped in looking like they broke the casino Man are in Valentino, Moschino, sipping that pinot grigio Versace like I'm B.I.G Straight to the doorman i’m V.I.P Bouncers don't wanna see ID Your wifey, she wanna be beside me I don't blame her, I'm a raver, fresh trainer Fuck your type on paper, after party saviour Pop thе champagne off [Pre-Chorus 1] So if I like your girl you bettеr look after your misses I reply to her text but I don't send kisses Ex-man wanna know who this is [Chorus] I caught you crying on the weekend baby I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain I caught you crying on the weekend baby Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just Crying weekend, on the week-weekend Crying weekend, on the week-weekend Crying weekend, on the week-weekend I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain [Verse 2] Some man just don’t like me Bouncers never check ID So I step into the club like it’s mine Same old number 0-7-9 Same Air Max 95's Fifteen years same boys by my side Your girl wanna call my line, but I’m declining that She wanna whatsapp, but I ain't typing back Can you blame me? We get wavy, on the daily Singing old school Jay-Z, back the JD After party's crazy [Pre-Chorus 2] So if I like your girl you better look after your misses I reply to her text but I don't send kisses Ex-boy wanna know who this is Like you don’t know who this is [Chorus] I caught you crying on the weekend baby I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain I caught you crying on the weekend baby Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just Crying weekend, on the week-weekend Crying weekend, on the week-weekend Crying weekend, on the week-weekend I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain [Bridge] This man here don't pour half measures Here come the hot steppers Came in in designer sweaters, the finest leathers Looking like Conor McGregor Watches bigger than Floyd Mayweather's, whatever we're the trend setters Had a late night now your girlfriends fed up What you doing brother? Go get her Two shots of Patrón and a pint, and a Stella Singing away to our guilty pleasure, we're all together I like your girl so look after her fella now I ain't never been that, us man here ain't ever been flash Us man on a old school vibes TT megaman, beg a man... [Chorus] I caught you crying on the weekend baby I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain I caught you crying on the weekend baby Me and you just ain't the same, me and you just, me and you just Crying weekend, on the week-weekend Crying weekend, on the week-weekend I won't bring you flowers in the pouring rain