Good Friday - Big Tymers, Lil Wayne, Mack 10

Hoo Bangin’and Cash Money

Hustlin’every Frday

Got a package on Wednesday, Thursday I broke it up Now Friday done came, today we cookin’up

Ain’t gettin’loaded nigga, no time for fuckin’up

I’m breakin’niggaz of with bricks from hust-a-lers

The hood done changed cause niggaz is comin’up

Ya short me, I’ma have to blow your hood up The feds on my ass but I need my change

So I could ride Hummers, Jags and Bentleys man

It’s that day, phat day

Kidnappin’and gun play

I need my riches from you bitches and I can’t stay

Now that the flavor that I savor neighbor, 20 inch thangs

Rag on my head, white T-shirt and bagette chains

Mac like roni the one and only

Nigga Puff like Daddy and I’m pretty like Tony

Friday, lie day, tell the lil nigga I’ll pay 'em

And when he come up with the product, ya’ll niggaz spray 'em

Now why they

Had to do me on Friday

Chorus: B.G.

(2x)

It’s Friday, nigga on the block straight shinin'

Runnin’a bitch down, tryin’to get it I’m grindin'

Sellin'2 for 1's what ever nigga I got it Them checks came out so the set straight poppin'

Listen, listen, listen, la Weezy-We, movin'20 ki’s a week

On a good friday it’s like easy street

Breakin’down whole chickens, to quarters and halves

You gould get it harded than slabs or softer than sand

If you come around my course nigga

Askin’for the short nigga

Not on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I be duckin’the law nigga

You know I got that raw nigga, bags to bricks

Whole things goin’for 10 and ounces for 6

Look it’s iceberg nigga expect the worst

Friday done fell on the first and I got that work

And if I fron the whole thing, I’ma ask for 11

If I front a half a thing, I’m taxin’ya 7

Cause I gotta ride dubs nigga runnin’whatever

A CMR standard nigga got a flosser Kompressor

I got a extra 223, and my pockets to spend

And on the next Friday, I’ma do it again

Wha

Chorus: B.G.

(2x)

Man first it was a hard night

And that was good Friday, I got to duck 'til I’m special on the hard white

I’m ridin'20 inches, flossin', stay shinin'

I’m the boss, I get chickens at cost and stay grindin'

Don’t make me put on the bass and so I’m bout to start hoopin'

I’ll remake 2 out a 1 so I can get hootin’and recoopin'

My game gettin’strong and my profit gettin’long

I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones

Try to beat me or cheat me and get your shirt stained up And run for pop those hollows towards the door and freeze your brain up All hustlin'hit the stores and turn the flame up Left the water bubblin'and rocked the caine up So Baby

, you Wayne and Fresh y'all get the machetes

Put it in B.G.

cook it and y’all chop it when it’s ready

And when you come to my hood and you lookin’for them thangs

Mack 10 is the name on the Caddy door now what

Why they

Had to do me on Friday

Why they

Had to persue on Friday

Why they

Had to do me on Friday

Why they

Had to persue on Friday

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