Roc Worthy - It's Finally Friday (feat. Peter $un) Lyrics

You say you want it but you don't want it really bad
I pull up and I'm pulling up with racks
Stop pointing fingers if you ain't got all the facts
Bitch pull up I'm trynna hit it from the back

I gotta smoke one for my mental
Niggas in the cut but they ain't really with the shits tho
Baby suck me dry while she playing on the chello
I am not a killer but I'm killing instrumentals
I am so official motherf*cker
Watch how you talking motherf*cker
I don't pay attention to you suckas
Ya girl on my nuts motherf*cker
I am so official no whistle
Niggas keep a gun tucked case u trynna fiddle
I gets down knitty gritty I ain't talking no McGriddle
Worthy be the name ain't no riddle
I need my money won't settle
Niggas really ain't on my level
Playing with my name be careful
I am in a White Benz and I'm pullin up like a angel (Yeah)

You say you want it but you don't want it really bad
I pull up and i'm pulling up with racks
Stop pointing fingers if you ain't got all the facts
Bitch pull up I'm trynna hit it from the back

You big mad cause these hoes on me
Mans got hit but it ain't on me
My hittas ride till they RIP
All iced up all this gold on me
Hit my line I just let the phone ring
Wanna take me out better step in the ring
Met your girl yeah I feel her heart beat
Beat the pussy up in the backseat
But I be posted outside with the bros tho
See this life move fast no slow mo
When I step outside no photos
Yeah I seen em outside but he froze though
Baby take it one step at a time
Workin all day Bitch im putting over time
Time is money but I blow it all the time
Time is money and I blow it all the time

You say you want it but you don't want it really bad
I pull up and I'm pulling up with racks
Stop pointing fingers if you ain't got all the facts
Bitch pull up i'm trynna hit it from the back

Talk shit I live
It's all usual to me
These hoes Rotate like tryna switch on a screen
Hardly in touch the brail blind couldn't read
Like she tweet fucc niggas but it be fine if it's me tho
Cut like bad takes and smoke breaks
In the lemon foggin windows wit the lemon haze
In the vision start to live it make em feel a way
Tryna fill the safe
Like I'm running to the next base
Put it in motion I call the play
Blued out all the face yea
Had cut the grass low I see all the snakes
I seen it comin I called the hate
Keepin it all the same
Pilot in all the lanes
Gettin em off me
Emmit the arm be stiff
Still couldn't harm I shoot the smith like I play with cavs...
The ones who doubted same ones that hold out they hands
Keep em there
This that I'm that nigga type beat
Type flex
Definition pull a picture up of me
In the west, she gon fucc a real nigga from the set
On the step, off the pivot euro stepping to the net
Smoke more now I use to trip now I stress less
Do more what I speak about getting to a check...
Motivate
Tell her pull up like I told her do a rep
Throw some money in the pot I been cookin like a chef

You say you want it but you don't want it really bad
I pull up and I'm pulling up with racks
Stop pointing fingers if you ain't got all the facts
Bitch pull up i'm trynna hit it from the back