Papa-Bear - Friday the 13th lyrics

[Hook: Papa-Bear] Got the swisher, got the weed Got the sprite, got the lean Got the money in my jeans, uhhhh! n***as talking, but they ain't bout it, better get to walking [Verse 1: Papa-Bear] All that talk is cheap You don't want no beef f** your sorry beats, I need that heat Everybody wanna be a critic, wanna judge the way you living Better mind your f**ing business, we just tryna get it Good in any hood, wish a n***a would, but he won't Cause he know who gon' hit the floor, blood running out yo nose, no remorse All I see are open doors, long tours, hits on the billboard Now she wanna f**, before she wouldn't give it up Condom in my pocket, but the p**y too good, p**y too dank Make a gay n***a go straight, make a rich n***a clear the bank At the party, drunk as f**, call me Frank the Tank One more drink and Imma f** this b**h on the bathroom sink Once we done, she says, "Wait... What's your name??" Papa-Bear Papa-Bear It's f**ing Papa-Bear It's f**ing Papa-Bear Uh-huh