T.G.I.F lyrics

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Uh, yeah, come on
Ayo, bad b*tches every day, get high every day
Every day my nails dirty, countin' money every day
I'm kind of chubby cuz I'm gettin' money
My lo gear different, 200 for a rugby
I can style on them, ball; foul on them
I turn NY out, you went canal on them
Fresh is for real, dressing to kill
In a NY minute, I just jet to them bills
It's 010, pull up in a 010
Hit you with a low blow, you ain't got no wind
Let them women choose, I bet I get chosen
I need money like Terell Owens, I go in
I sh*t on n*ggas' and have them p*ssed off
Set the stage on fire like one of Michael Vick's dogs
I'ma big dog, from Uptown but the kush came from Crenshaw
Now watch me kill them like abortion, Haines & Morton
It's hot like a [?] but doing it like Morgans
I was out there, youngin' sworn in and born in
Used to do it for Jordans, now I do it for fortune
Uh, thank god it's Friday, you do it your way
I do it my way
Light the haze up when I'm on the highway
It feels so good, I thank god it's Friday