Flackowrld - Saturday & Sunday Lyrics

(Mhmm it's Saturday to Sunday)

It's Saturday to Sunday, and I'm out the way
I'm out in Miami, I know you don't have a say
Ideally, I know you want it, but baby, I'm like, hey
I know you shouldn't be around me, but I'm like, come stay
You're lonely in the inside and you do it every day,
I know you're hurting ya, and I know you're fiending ya
And I know it's hurting ya
Now say it with me now
You see the difference in the effort that I put in now

Did you see the difference in the love that I'm giving now?
Was it my absence in your life that made you feel so down?
Did my ego and impulses make you leave me now?
Or was it money or options that made you leave me now
Oh, yeah, I want the Fendi now, yeah, I want the Bentley,
Yeah pop it with the Henny, yeah
I can tell your friends that you're mine, make it known
I can tell lil' shorty wants to hit me through my phone

Say, matron, I'm from the class, let me switch this shit up, get up, put your lil' hoe on the motherf*ckin' block list
Throw the mic in, finna get to the rapping, nigga ain't with this shit, that nigga cappin
I seen the body, got PTSD, ain't know who it's for, Ima pour out the pain in this four
I hear the clapping, she get to reacting with more, she want me to f*ckin' call her hoe

I could never get sad about no bitch, got my own GLE, don't scratch the whip
She on her bitch, I go to her ma, I could get your bitch without trying
Got the heat, the coolest kid, this shit be frying
I want fine shit, I don't want the bad bitch, she in the line tryna be like pop

That nigga want the fashion, I'm about to shoot out my neighbor's window
We got four O's and we got four hoes, we got commas, that house say "dolo"
She a white bitch, she drive a Polo, stroke on the bitch
We gon' get to that f*ckin', these niggas stupid, these niggas ain't nothin

Strike back to kick back, this shit be buggin
Strike at the clap and this shit like it's f*ckin