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[Intro: Future]
I know a better day comin’, no love if you ain’t workin’
We workin’ outchea, you hear me?
Nigga goddamn motherfucker
That’s hard, follow me

[Chorus: Future]
Thought that I could come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn’t hurt me none’ at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I’ma stack this paper up again like I’m never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can’t let ’em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain’t have it, I can’t play around

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
They like Scooter where you been? bitch I been sellin’ raw
My nigga VL keep that stick like he playin’ lacrosse
I lost a mil and got it back, can’t take another loss
All that juggin’ and finessin’, made myself a boss
I got twenty gold chains, I feel better now
I got three kids, three thousand haters, I can’t play around
I know you wrap about the bricks but can you wrap a brick?
These niggas really entertainers ’cause they ain’t sold shit
Lil Mexico City, we got cocaine
Thunderstorm, it’s rainin’ bricks, we don’t get rain
And I’ma stack this money like I’ve never done
I karate chop a brick like I’m Daniel-san

[Chorus: Future]
Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn’t hurt me none’ at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I’ma stack this paper up again like I’m never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can’t let ’em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain’t have it, I can’t play around

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Jugghouse, nothin’ but cash around
Lay it down, nigga lay it down
Jugghouse, nothin’ but players around
If I’m around then bring some pounds around
I got ghosts, they don’t make a sound
Until you hear that chopper sound, you on the ground
My diamonds wetter than the ocean, yours [?]
All I do is count, get money in large amounts
If you in the streets then watch out for the triple cross
‘Cause I done seen niggas’ mamas take they ass off
I got spots and in my house I got a pack [?]
Count music, give the streets what they ask for

[Chorus: Future]
Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn’t hurt me none’ at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I’ma stack this paper up again like I’m never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can’t let ’em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain’t have it, I can’t play around

[Intro]
She’s a *(ohh)*
She’s a *(yeah)*
She’s a *(hah)*
She’s a *(woo)*
She’s a *(aha)*
She’s a *(hoh)*
*Boss*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday

[Verse 1]
**Hello?**
You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend
**Oh, hi!**
Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going
**Okay.**
How about a movie?
Baby, tell me that you’re free then
**I’m sorry. But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.**

[Pre-Chorus]
She’s got things to do everyday of the week
While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek
I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked
I’m a hard place
And she’s a rock, she’s a rock

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)*

[Verse 2]
*I think we fell in love outside a wingstop
Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top
You’re looking like something I could deal with
Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with
Either way I got to put you on the calendar
Take you on a tour so someone call my manager
Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella
Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish
So we at the concert at the frat house
Drink with live music ’til we passed out
Everybody rocking with the big boss
Let’s roll another joint soon as class out
Said this year we wanna do it bigger
So you came and got the right
On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties
Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)*
She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)*
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)*
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(Boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woo, woo)*
**Okay.**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a *(Boss)*

[Intro]
She’s a *(ohh)*
She’s a *(yeah)*
She’s a *(hah)*
She’s a *(woo)*
She’s a *(aha)*
She’s a *(hoh)*
*Boss*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday

[Verse 1]
**Hello?**
You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend
**Oh, hi!**
Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going
**Okay.**
How about a movie?
Baby, tell me that you’re free then
**I’m sorry. But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.**

[Pre-Chorus]
She’s got things to do everyday of the week
While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek
I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked
I’m a hard place
And she’s a rock, she’s a rock

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)*

[Verse 2]
*I think we fell in love outside a wingstop
Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top
You’re looking like something I could deal with
Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with
Either way I got to put you on the calendar
Take you on a tour so someone call my manager
Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella
Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish
So we at the concert at the frat house
Drink with live music ’til we passed out
Everybody rocking with the big boss
Let’s roll another joint soon as class out
Said this year we wanna do it bigger
So you came and got the right
On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties
Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)*
She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)*
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)*
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(Boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woo, woo)*
**Okay.**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a *(Boss)*

[Verse 1]

No I can’t see, not yet
Knowing it’s so real to me
Promise to try to forget
If you’re not here with me

Holding my eyes in the dust
And would you shed a tear for me
Know that I’m trying my best
When you’re not saving anything

[Chorus]

Hanging at the end of the road
Well I can make you an offering
Such a telephonic job
Well I can make you an offering

[Verse 2]

Know that this might be tense
Well it’s so real to me
So hard to keep you impressed
When you’re not clear with me

Secrets kept off of your chest
Well that’s not how it has to be
Now that we wasted our best
And you have almost everything

[Chorus]

Hanging at the end of the road
Well I can make you an offering
Such a telephonic job
Well I can make you an offering

[Bridge]

(Give back to) The one who first gave you
(Give back to) The one that you know
(Give back to) The one who forgave you
(Give back to) Who showed you love

[Chorus]
Hanging at the end of the road
Well I can make you an offering
Such a telephonic job
Well I can make you an offering

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave