Plies - Friday lyrics

[Hook] Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin' Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin' Live every gotdamn day like it's Friday Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin' Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin' Live every gotdamn day like it's Friday [Verse 1] Tell the feds if they comin' they better come now They got my chips straight now I'm ready to retire I ball 'til I fall homie thug 'til I die And if I died today I know I'll probably fry But if I hit the right lick I can live nice Think I'm scared to go get it you gotdamn lie My money go to lookin' funny I'm gettin' on seventy-five Non-stop homie straight to the Cuban's island I like to get money, f** hoes, and rock ice Give a damn who don't like it, it's my life That's why I drank e'eryday dog and stay high Catch me in the strip club lettin' money fly And goin' broke the only thing that can make me cry I told my P.O. she can't change me don't even try The street life got me gone I don't know why Tryna at least see a couple mill' 'fore I die [Hook] [Verse 2] Before I went to sleep I prayed for a hundred squares Told God he'll bless me if He really cared Know you f** n***as prayin' for me to get k**ed Know you crackers wish you could give me a hundred years That's why I ball and stunt for the n***as in jail Cracker gon' have to k** me 'fore they put me in a cell n***a told me to turn myself in I told him "go to Hell" Cause if they want me they better do they job and that's real Worst thang they can do is hold me with no bail Until that sh** happen been done ran across a whole mill' I thug it out 'til the end homie that's how it is Life too motherf**in' short for me to sit still I can't leave these streets n***a they pay my bills I gotta be dead in prison n***a for me to chill I asked a trick the other day why he pop pills He told me I'll pop 'em too if I knew how it feel [Hook] [Verse 3] I wake up e'ery mornin' lookin' for a money bag When a n***a died and he was broke then he died sad If I was on my dick you n***as'll be glad Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad 'Long as my heart still beatin' n***a I'mma get cash Live every motherf**in' day like it's my last Indictment money in my pocket and 'Gnac in my system Need every muhf**in' day to feel like Christmas Heard the crackers downtown givin' out big nimbles I know some motherf**in' Haitians givin' out tickles [Hook]