Wiz Khalifa – All Week Lyrics

[Intro: Young Deji]
You might not have the sun
But you always gon’ have the pimpin’

[Chorus: Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa]
Ooh, ooh
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, look (Haha, haha)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Okay), friday, saturday, look

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s saturday, pulled the thing out the garage
Hold it down, do your thing, you’re in charge
Not a fee, make ’em pay, what’s the charge?
See the wheels, see the paint, what it cost?
Can’t fuck with a square bitch, she a boss one
See them piercings when she take the top off
Sixty-one rags up, got her ridin’ shot gun (Haha, haha)
Got a couple girlfriends, told her tell ’em to come
If they want to, we could all play
Chill in my hot tub, if you want to, you can stay
Came one time, that’s just a taste (Haha, haha)
If you want more, you gotta wait
Prove it to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you’re movin’ with me
Take them shots ’til the bottle empty (Haha, haha)
Let’s this money, girl don’t tempt me

[Chorus: Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa]
Ooh, ooh
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, look (Haha, haha)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Haha, haha), friday, saturday, look

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I can’t show no love, if she don’t show up
With a purse full of cheese from a chump
I’m a king, so my feet stay put up
Big kush in my joints (Haha, haha), so she know what’s up
Stay on mine, on my game, never fold up
Just broke on a new bitch, she cold one
Nigga that ain’t yours, you get what you saw (Haha, haha)
You ain’t a real nigga, you a fuckin’ troll
I got a grip on the game, no remote control
No room in my pocket ’cause both of ’em swole
Peel two bitch, both of ’em chose (Haha, haha)
Money make the world go ’round, how it’s ‘posed to go
Can’t turn into your girl, if she supposed to hoe
Bitch knew she’s with a boss, soon as she close the door (Haha, haha)

[Chorus: Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa]
Ooh, ooh
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday , look (Haha, haha)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday (Haha, haha), friday, saturday, look

[Spoken Words]
It’s final game, are we good?
Who scored sixty points, on fifty shots
Even if we, it was at the point [?] dedicated shots
That’s the most points in NBA history by a player in his final record season game
Jack Nicholson’s there [?]
Sixty shots in his sixtieth game by some five years [?] with these words
What else can I say? Mamba out

[Outro: Young Deji & Wiz Khalifa]
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)
We get high (Haha, haha)