Weekend Millionaires (Remix)

[Intro] Save message Saturday, Feburary 3rd, 9:09p.m You better fucking call me back on my cellphone I'm done doing this thing with you, chasing you Until the point where you exhaust me Look what you have already, what the fuck are you doing? I mean do you really want this to be over? Is that what you want? Are you gonna be a happy boy then? Well I guess so, since that's what you told me So I guess I should just listen to that You better call me soon, cause I'm done chasing you [Verse 1: Skizzy Mars] So put the weed on the table and they gon' roll it up Then before we hit the club the house smoke it up I'm getting comments from haters like I'm not old enough Never really spoke enough It's hard for me to open up I'm harmful and dangerous It's like I'm partially famous I light two L's at the studio Spit heat while I'm blazing Shots of vodka no chasers Disregarding the neighbors She wanna spend the night here I'll make her worries disappear [Chorus: Katelyn Tarver] All the young fools were starving in Bel Air Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires [Verse 2: Skizzy Mars] We get wasted just to pass the time She say she coming down so can I pass the wine We both scared we getting older you She say she think she love me man thats asinine That ass behind Tonight I'm here, tomorrow I'm gone You keep the weed you keep the bong And when you hear my songs girl just sing along Can't get too close I make hits like Pujols Try rolling me new hoes Shortstop like Tulo [Chorus: Katelyn Tarver] All the young fools were starving in Bel Air Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires [Verse 3: Skizzy Mars] In L.A Lost your morals Lost yourself Hope you make it in NY All alone Hoe depressed Getting faded Drink tonight In the day Gin and tonic Heart keeps breaking Make mistakes Don't try so hard You can not fake it You just want to be noticed Listen girl i notice you Your camera's all out of focus And I just live in the moment [Chorus: Katelyn Tarver] All the young fools were starving in Bel Air Credit card, shoes, we're weekend millionaires Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we'll be there Till Monday comes again we're weekend millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires Weekend Millionaires