Fin de semana

It's already 2 p.m.
And she lying on my chest asks me for fire
Meanwhile, she laughs looking at a meme
When she lights up, she's the cream of the crop
So much freshness that makes me burn

She plays and doesn't stop
Until she wears me out
And makes it thunder on a sunny day
Always in extreme mode

As sweet as M&M
She spoils me
Ignoring haters with her little mouth on mine

If they give it to me, it's because I earn it
If I do it, it's because I feel like it (Hey)
If I hurt you, I only hurt myself (Oh)
With you, a Monday is a weekend

If they give it to me, it's because I earn it
If I do it, it's because I feel like it
If I hurt you, I only hurt myself (Oh)
With you, a Monday is a weekend

They're throwing beef
And I'm with her ass reef
Burning time and watching the smoke come out of her nose
And that dimple on her face
That makes me so happy

Ben pass that blunt
Let's mistreat the mattress
Spit on me, hit me, and please don't ask for forgiveness
I want to see how you get
While I hold my breath

And even if they want to see me alone
I have her rolling a joint
Polishing my skin
Drinking that honey
While her phone rings

I don't want to be another belly
All day scrolling through Insta
I'd rather lose sight of them
And see how she lets me undress her

If they give it to me, it's because I earn it
If I do it, it's because I feel like it
If I hurt you, I only hurt myself
With you, a Monday is a weekend

If they give it to me, it's because I earn it
If I do it, it's because I feel like it
If I hurt you, I only hurt myself
With you, a Monday is a weekend