Weekend Millionaires (Remix)

[Intro]

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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