Funky Friday

[Intro]

1-6

Game

[Chorus: Dave]

At this age

How are them man still hatin'?

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on the girl I'm datin'

One hand on the cash I'm makin'

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skatin'

[Verse 1: Dave]

I came in, five-fifty on trainers

Island girl amazing, could be Bajan, Trini, or Haitian

She got a bag with flowers

If the trainers match, I'll take it

Me and bro just shut down Gucci

Had the whole of the shop floor waitin'

Who's that girl in the line

With the big behind that's looking all temptin'?

If her friend is a dead ting

Take one for the team with a bredrin

Two peng tings at the entrance

Want attention, but a man can't let them

She must think I'm a reverend

You ain't comin' here getting redemption, no way

[Chorus: Dave]

At this age

How are them man still hatin'?

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on the girl I'm datin'

One hand on the cash I'm makin'

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skatin'

[Verse 2: Fredo]

I see dem man skatin' now, I'm talking about runnin' their legs

My youngins in country, plugging the Z

He can't even buck me till nothin' is left

I flooded my right, I flooded my left

I'm duckin' your wife, I'm duckin' the feds

The bell on the trap, it's buzzin' again

But still, I ain't tryin' to get busted by feds

Look, man, I ain't caught the bus in a sec

It's me and my rambo cuttin' through West

The way that I went and just flooded my neck

I'm shocked that I ain't gotta struggle for breath

With me and the misses be goin' on dates

She's holding the dipper, I'm holding her waist

Just see some pigs moving low in the mains

So I phone up my nigga and told him the plate

[Verse 3: Dave]

Tell a peng girl you can HMU

I don't wanna cuddle and H-U-G

And I'm still shoppin' in HMV

For all of my niggas in HMP

Heard you got a girl going DMU

If I DM'd you would she DM me?

Young black brudda, I'm a stylish G

Man, I put the IC in IC3

[Verse 4: Fredo]

They tell me I'm gifted in rap

Nothin' was nice, used to live in the trap

Now if I go ask that chick for her snap

I can bet money she's giving me that

I'm always in Harrods, I'm filling the bag

Them niggas ain't winners, them niggas are mad

Gyal at my vid and them bitches are bad

They get picked in the foreigns and ditched in the cab

(Game)

[Chorus: Dave]

At this age

How are them man still hatin'?

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on the girl I'm datin'

One hand on the cash I'm makin'

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skatin'