Uptown Greg - Weekday lyrics

[Verse 1: Pyrex French] Everybody got their qualms, I need a social bracket I'm in Twentynine Palms with my tennis racket Acting like you ain't seen sick until you pack and rack it Put a quarter on your mole and just try to whack it All the girls say "f** it" and just try to smack it No matter how they say no they don't k** my tactics This is no time for actin', I bought the dream team Quick to buy any snack, straight up puffin' for the fiends Been puffin' so much Mendo even though my dick is green Want that p**y with no hair like Mr. Clean If I'm talkin' to your b**h don't try to intervene She made her choice, you don't wanna in-between Come back to the crib, I know you wanna Pillow-top mattress, eat it up like a piranha Then I get up in that a** like a colonic Pyrex workout have you sweatin' like it's a sauna [Hook: Will Money] Foreign car, 190 on the freeway Rocket Cartel is the recime, babe Two dudes, four b**hes, double three-way And we don't give a f** that it's a weekday [Verse 2: Will Money] Hundred degrees, I'm still rockin' a leather jacket I get all up in your head like a method actor f** up your life like you got diagnosed with liver cancer Hittin' level 6 rapids while I'm river raftin' I'm ridin' a pony keg over Niagara Falls Sound exciting? you should probably tag along Latvian supermodel, a cute bag of bones Feed her some Fernet Branca then Imma take her home Filet Mognon, no Shake-n-Bake Reservations at Morton's, no Steak-n-Shake She talkin' TMI, need a data break We finna take the boat up out on Crater Lake Then drive down to Mount Shasta And walk up that sh** holdin' a ghetto blaster Try to follow, you coughin' like you got asthma Field Commander, put you rappers out to pasture [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Pyrex French] Sprinkle my a** in feta like it's a weekday I smell rotten bleu cheese, I think I met my fate No blind date, I hang out hella gritty West coast to the eddy, I'm bred up Fillmore ready Haight Street to Leavenworth, I keep my thumbs down No 9-to-5 breadin', keep my crumbs down I been scrapin' pot, know that we watch a lot Leave you caked up and scraped up over a knot [Verse 4: Will Money] She move that body like a cyclone, I move that cyclone like a superstorm This is the night that you've been waitin' for since you were born The memories'll be so good you'll have no use for p**n f** your dude, Imma make you forget that you were torn You ain't gotta entertain that motherf**er I lick it like a lollipop, he lick it like a s**er Young millionaire eccentric, all up in that mouth Like a dentist, my energy is endless [Hook x2]