[Chorus]
Working on the weekend like usual
Way off from the deep end like usual
People swear they pass us, they doing too much
I haven't done my taxes I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist, going nuts
People got me slipping once okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'll tell you if it was us
Man, I held some rolls with this itch, too plush
Say my days are numbered, but I keep waking up
Know you say my tasks, baby, please say something
Why I'm by the glass, man, of cheapskate, huh?
People gotta move up my release date, huh
[Verse 1]
And hey, this is fame not clout
I don't even know what's that even about
Watch your mouth, baby, got an ego
Twice the size of the crib
I can never tell her -ish, it is what it is
I said what I had to do and I did, ay
Never turned my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doing front flips
Giving you my number, but don't hit me on the dumb -ish
[Outro]
Working on the weekend like usual
Way off from the deep end like usual
People swear they pass us, they doing too much
I haven't done my taxes I'm too turnt up