Tory Lanez - Friday the 13th lyrics

[Verse 1] Mind on money with the money on me Maybach fronting ain't fronting on me With the hoes on full, we ain't running on E n***a you know what it is, n***a you know what it ain't Do I love her, do I love her? n***a you know what I think Pouring purple in the Sprite, n***a you know what I drink Na I'm playing but despite what a stupid n***a think Homie I be getting cash all night Let a n***a hit let me smash all night I just pray to God that it last all night She a 5 in the face but her a** alright, so the hat's on tight I rub it, I get it, I touch it, I hit it I'm f**ing, you f**ing? Well f** it, I'm with it Let's get it, let me get to business And that's when she did it like she wasn't kidding Admitted it she love me, I told Her " It's stupid" Then asked that b**h "why!?" and she told me "it's Cupid" I said "what the f**, like that's what your excuse is?" And then she said yes and I threw up the deuces I'm sipping on liquor, she smoking on weed I'm stuck in her throat, she choking on me So shout out to yo n***as, acting like ho n***as Riding our dick cause we about to blow n***as, pause... [Hook] Said I'm riding with my 6′s on I'm on what my n***as on If you f**ing, give my n***as some I Can't party unless my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on You know all my n***as on [Verse 2] I need a b**h that's famous and a girl that's right And a ho that's all in, p**y the bomb, Bin Laden I hear she denied it, the b**h need a pilot I ride like I was out of sight, the sky But I'm high, I'm drunk, I'm Mr. Puff-the-Lye But I'm fly as f**, these hoes they love the guy Why do I do this sh** to a woman Love me when I'm giving straight dick to a woman If she pull that sh** out, try to that sh** south Like a broad on fire, I'll put that b**h out Because I don't need no bad b**h tryna lie to me I live on a plane and I promise this sh** n***a Ain't no chick gon' fly for free - Why? I'm me Eyes can see, a mad guy n***a on that sh** like a mad fly n***a Money a** long as a flat line n***a And I'm in a b**h back like that spine, n***a, whoa Sipping Baccardi cause I party Now I got these b**hes dreading like a yardi on my lardi, whoa [Hook] [Outro] Yeah n***a, Shoutout To My n***a Rhymez For Runnin Through Yo b**hes Mind n***a Us Young n***as To Fun n***as, You Ain't f**ing Wit Us You Ain't Getting No Funds n***a Thats Coo Aye Shoutout To Sunny Gettin That Money, Tell Yo Girl To Lay It Down For Me, Ya Dig Me Cause We Out While Yall Young n***as Runnin Shiitin On n***as Out Of Style Yo Girl Got Two Legs Two Arms And A Turquoise Thong In Nap-Sack n***a She All The Way In There Lame n***a Be quiet When A Real n***a Speak n***a