Weekend Interlude Lyrics

(Oh yea yea yea, he aint gotta know, baby he ain't gotta know... oh)

Said excuse me miss, what's your name, where you from, can I come

Feelin Johnny girl my, my, my

You a devil in disguise

I peeped you with my own eyes so I had to speak my piece

Said you got a man, ok well I just need you for the weekend

Every time we get to freakin you Tellin' me shit

That's just why I can't fuck with hoes too tough, they got loose ass lips

Pillow talking' on the side and you supposed to be his bitch

Keep it solid, that's admired, I guess we too different

But it Ain't my business

Baby I'm just here for diggin'

Turn that ass around and best believe girl I'm gon drill ya get that feelin'

And baby girl don't catch no feelings and I peeped that shit the other day you said you want my children

Bitch you trippin (aw bitch you trippin)

(Bitch gotta be out her mind, you just a lil side piece baby)

Monday Tuesday

Girl don't even hit my phone

Wednesday Thursday

I could give a fuck leave me alone

Friday through Sunday

Let the weekend begin

We can get it in you ain't gotta tell ya man no

(Ohohohooh, he ain't gotta know, ohohohooh

Get the freak in for the weekend baby girl yea he aint gotta know)