Weekend Warrior Video (MV)

I gotta
Give all of my time to this real shit, since you so
Sick and tired what's your illness, wipe your eyes
And sit back, once I make it to yo side, it's gone do what it's supposed to
Do, apply the pressure what it's supposed to do, got you here holdin up yo leg
Go head, flip over just rock wit me mama, work something no hands
Go head, you got me just copy me mama, you just got it all
Figured out you don't need me, I just beat her back long as she askin
Look at myself like fareal my nigga like why you don't tax
Her, cuz I don't f*ck around often
I don't trust when y'all lawless, don't bring streets where my heart is
Don't bring beef to my garden, know damn well I ain't your man
Cant take claim over what was never yours, uh, uh

Heard I inspired her somewhere
To speak some damn..heard out there somewhere
Her and her man through, heard out there somewhere
She speaking highly, I think I'm coming over on a
Weekend, aint got too much time but you got my
Weekend, early 8 or 9 on my
Weekend, in the office on Wednesday, I
Run around in between that, my schedule booked and I mean that on my weekend

Rap rap rap, I don't feel like talking got a
Roll in the car, and I feel like sparking dinner
Roll for the start, I don't feel like starving i'ma
Motherf*cking marksman I ain't f*ckin with no garbage uh
Touch my body can't hold my dick ten
Gs on a sack, that's a whole lotta tip mister
James ain't shit, but he do too good you was
Lying on your dick, yeen touch that pussy
I'ma smoke one before my line start ringin
Still owe me something, why ya lyin, we ain't even got a
Whole list of women on my line they ain't leavin even
Though I ain't their nigga they're around they be sneaking
Your moves is your moves, I ain't gotta go with it
I ain't gotta do anything I'ma hop in my feelings I'm just
Playin but that bullshit I'm short with thinking I'm the
Prick when you f*ckin with the short dick I don't feel like talking to you
Bitches, I don't feel like arguing with bitches it ain't
Hard to see me walking over bitches, see me need me a
Chubby mama who can cook do dishes do loofah rinses, ya too pretentious
I don't mind staying home got my cash leave the bank alone dump my
Ashes leave the drank alone, I may sip a lil, bitch I know my limit