This Weekend lyrics

[Intro]
We are Bonafide, what?

[Female Rap]
Look closely bought a unboard, no sho'
Yo, we got you wide open, I and our crew
The weekend we roll out, the watches is froze out
Yo, we came to get it down and like turn you out

Play the club outside, sittin' high in the expidal
Switch it up in the XL-5, Prada down
Tell me, do you like this thug-ass sound
No Q, definitey about to blaze your town, what?

[No question]
Shout outs to my people on the streets
To the players makin' money with my CD's in they jeans
Much love to the ladies with jobs

Who makin' that cream and floss they own phat ride
And to my people who always keep it real
They work all week just to pay bills
Now and then gotta have a little fun

Go buy something to wear 'cause the weekend's 'bout to come

[Chorus]
Time to get loud, let the music flow
Kick off your shoes and just let go
Have a little party, call a few friends
It's about to get fucked y'all, this weekend
Time to get loud, let the music flow
Kick off your shoes and just let go
Have a little party, call a few friends
It's about to get fucked y'all, this weekend

Jean sets a new pair of cheese
Gotta get jig for my ladies in the streets
Call the barber, get my hair laid
Roll out wit my crew to watch the ladies shake their thing

All the ladies shop the town
Get real digs from the neck on down
Now and then gotta have a little fun
Go get up wit your dogs 'cause
The weekend's 'bout to come

[Chorus]

[Female Rap]
Tougher, no no, what?
I know the sound hot enough 'cause this track is tough
I bump that when I'm riding all up in my Benz truck
I let 'em know, what you got for me

Is it big bills baby, can you cop for me
Wack the drop for me or grab a spot for me
I want to spend those on the mink coats
Throughout the whole coast, baby

But on the weekend I'm blazing off
And if you don't spend dough then I ain't gon call
Get out there I'll show you how this playette roll
Nice frames, spit a game that'll make you fold

Toss it up, lookin' cute in the coup
At the Meadows', tough with some 'taly in the boots
Barceletto
Some types lay down why, don't see me all gracin'

Only my associates always stay lacin'
And when my squad come ain't' no replacin
Quarter head or you know what you praisin'

[Chorus]