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All Week Video (MV)




Performed By: Wiz Khalifa
Featuring: Young Deji
Length: 3:58
Written by: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Young Deji




Wiz Khalifa - All Week Lyrics
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[ Featuring Young Deji ]

You might not have the sun
But you always gon' have the pimpin'

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday (okay), Friday, Saturday, love

It's Saturday, pulled that thing out the garage
Hold it down, do your thing, you're in charge
Nothing's free, make 'em pay, what's the charge?
See the wheels, see the paint, what it cost?
Can't f*ck with a square bitch, she a boss one
See them piercings when she take her top off
Sixty-one rag top, got her ridin' shot gun
Got a couple girlfriends, told her tell 'em all to come
If they want to, we could all play
Chill in my hot tub, if you want to, you can stay
Came one time, that's just a taste (haha, haha)
If you want more, you gotta wait
Prove it to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me
Take them shots 'til the bottle empty
Let's this money, girl don't tempt me

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love

I can't show no love, if she don't show up
With a purse full of cheese from a chump
I'ma king, so my feet stay put up
Big kush in my joints, so she know what's up
Stay on mine, on my game, never fold up
Just broke on a new bitch, she a cold one
Nigga that ain't yours, you get what you saw
You ain't a real nigga, you a f*ckin' troll
I got a grip on the game, no remote control
No room in my pockets 'cause both of 'em swole
Peel two bitches, both of 'em chose
Money make the world go 'round, how it's 'posed to go
Can't turn her to your girl, if she supposed to hoe
Bitch knew she's with a boss, soon as she close the door

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love

His final game, all he did was score sixty points, on fifty shots
Even if, he was gonna get his points, he was gonna get his shots
That's the most points in NBA history by a player in his final regular season game
Of course Jack Nicholson's there
Kobe also became the oldest player to score sixty in a game
By some five years, and left with these words

What can I say? Mamba out

(We get high)
(We get high)
(We get high)
(We get high)
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You might not have the sun
But you always gon' have the pimpin'

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday (okay), Friday, Saturday, love

It's Saturday, pulled that thing out the garage
Hold it down, do your thing, you're in charge
Nothing's free, make 'em pay, what's the charge?
See the wheels, see the paint, what it cost?
Can't f*ck with a square bitch, she a boss one
See them piercings when she take her top off
Sixty-one rag top, got her ridin' shot gun
Got a couple girlfriends, told her tell 'em all to come
If they want to, we could all play
Chill in my hot tub, if you want to, you can stay
Came one time, that's just a taste (haha, haha)
If you want more, you gotta wait
Prove it to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me
Take them shots 'til the bottle empty
Let's this money, girl don't tempt me

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love

I can't show no love, if she don't show up
With a purse full of cheese from a chump
I'ma king, so my feet stay put up
Big kush in my joints, so she know what's up
Stay on mine, on my game, never fold up
Just broke on a new bitch, she a cold one
Nigga that ain't yours, you get what you saw
You ain't a real nigga, you a f*ckin' troll
I got a grip on the game, no remote control
No room in my pockets 'cause both of 'em swole
Peel two bitches, both of 'em chose
Money make the world go 'round, how it's 'posed to go
Can't turn her to your girl, if she supposed to hoe
Bitch knew she's with a boss, soon as she close the door

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, love

His final game, all he did was score sixty points, on fifty shots
Even if, he was gonna get his points, he was gonna get his shots
That's the most points in NBA history by a player in his final regular season game
Of course Jack Nicholson's there
Kobe also became the oldest player to score sixty in a game
By some five years, and left with these words

What can I say? Mamba out

(We get high)
(We get high)
(We get high)
(We get high)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Young Deji
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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