Tonalità: F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Now this is what we're gonna do
right about now
You see, it's Friday night
The weekend's here,
E
you know what I mean?
F#m
And uh, there's no more work,
no more stress
Time to party, you know what I mean?
Live that good life
E
Yeah
F#m
If you down to rock
Let me see you put your hands up
E
Bottles in the sky
F#m
E
Let me see you put your glass up
F#m
Look out, we can cuss
Picture perfect, grab your canvas
Sexy ladies in the house
E
F#m
Let me see you bat that ass up in the club
with my high -power riders
Walkin' through the dance floor
Homies right beside us
Southern Cali spotters
Walkin' through the VIP
If you from the HBG
E
Then all the alcohol's on me
Then step in the club
F#m
I know the girls wanna have fun
Great goose bottoms
On the real, I gotta have one
And what I realize when having fun
Time flies I didn't have one
E
I'm hella drunk, I'm maybe half -hot
We keep compelling,
F#m
that's just what we do off in our pastime
All up on the dance floor,
throwing up our gang signs
E
And nah, I don't walk it out, a two -step
F#m
E
All I know is when I'm drunk,
I act a fool, yes
F#m
And I'm a dog,
so I gotta chase the cat
And the club goes crazy
when the DJ plays the track
Tell the DJ bring it back,
yup, that's my favorite song
And the ladies moving
E
like a cyclone all night long
F#m
If you down to rock,
let me see you put your hands up
E
Bottles in the sky,
F#m
E
let me see you put your glass up
F#m
Look out, weekend cuss,
picture perfect, grab the canvas
Sexy ladies in the house,
E
let me see you back that ass up
F#m
Mommy need I don't stop it,
let me see you drop it and rock it
And bring it back, bring it back,
move your body to the track
Other squares make it drizzle,
E
girl I make it rain in stacks
F#m
I got a fetish for the way you move,
get all up in the groove
Like you had something to prove
Nah girl, you had nothing to lose
Told em we Latinas lack
And they just too
F#m
And let me see you back that ass up
And all the fellas in the club
With the drink, put your glass up
Take a hiss to the last puff
E
Ballers in the VIP, livin' it up
That's us,
F#m
and just in case these haters act up
No need for security,
now roll with homies
Strapped up, that's how we
roll off in the club, man
E
Every single weekend, every day,
it's the same thing
F#m
If you down to rock,
let me see you put your hands up
My tooth's in the sky,
E
let me see you put your glass up
F#m
Look out weekend cuz,
bitch is perfect where the camp was
Sexy ladies in the house,
E
let me see you back that ass up
F#m
If you down to rock,
let see you put your hands up
Love to fit the style
E
that you think you put your glass in
F#m
Look out, we can't fuss, bitch,
a perfect rat can't fuss
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me
E
F#m
in this motherfuckin' year, said
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