You see I’m waking up on Monday
Man this ain’t no fun day
I’d rather chase the Sun
But there’s just too much to get done

So I just stagger into Tuesday
Man I got the blues day
I need some good news
So I just keep on payin dues

And then I stumble into Wednesday
Man I miss my friends day
I’m running low on ends
So you know I won’t pretend

That I’m barely makin Thursday
I’m havin the worst day
I hate this in the worst way
I’m about to freakin curse

But now it’s Friday
It’s do or die day
We gonna ride day
We gonna get high day

I said it’s Friday
You know it’s my day
And we gonna party through the weekend till we do it all again

We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride

We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride

Let’s go get it poppin’ homey
Just sit back and watch me homey
Money in my pocket
Haters love cock-blockin on me
I’m too busy
I just tell my girl to go cop it for me

Here’s a gwop
Hit the spot
Drive it off the lot for me
There’s nothing to me
I’m doing this
I’m a boss in my region
It’s ballin season
Ya’ll are sleepin
I’m feasting and eating
I’m at the four seasons
Havin’ lobster this evening
Livin it up
Popping bottles off the cabo this weekend

But now it’s Friday
It’s do or die day
We gonna ride day
We gonna get high day

I said it’s Friday
You know it’s my day
And we gonna party through the weekend till we do it all again

We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride

We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride

You see we rise and grind
We do it all the time
From nine to five
Pick it up back up, rewind

I do this every day
You never get to play
You stuck at work
I’m on my grind, tryin to get this case
Nothing on my mind
But to get this paper
Now it’s Friday
Do or die day
Ain’t got time to mess with these haters
Rise and grid day
Hit the highway

I’m so fly
Seven days out the week
Surprised when you ride with me
Your ears don’t clog
Swagga altitude
At a all time high
I’m a boss I don’t try
Make em floss
They little ride see
Me and D-dub and Roscoe can get it straight as a pothole
Chips, cheese, cream
Got em sour
Haters cause it's nachos (as in 'not yours')
Still it’s Monday to Monday
Baby I’m doing me
They follow me like they tweetin
Ladies pursuing me

But now it’s Friday
It’s do or die day
We gonna ride day
We gonna get high day

I said it’s Friday
You know it’s my day
And we gonna party through the weekend till we do it all again

We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride

We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride
We gonna ride