Saturday ballin', it's the West Coast Bones and the two-tone Chevy gettin' tough
Somethin' so you can ride to, somethin' to bounce to, somethin' to get high to
I'm leanin' on my stairwell feelin' high, my mind's on the knot, I'll be high till I die
Hit the crew spot and I'm feelin' good, with some fine baby dolls from the neighborhood
Pit bulls in the backseat rollin' down the window, lettin' out some smoke from the lanyard
I seen a funky Monte Carlo sittin' on Diz and a pro black 66 Caprice
Some coupe caddies and caddy coupe, to the pimp daddies and funky loops
Ah, up and down, up and down, that's what I'm callin', Saturday night ballin'
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, ballin'
Livin' like a baller, makin' dollars, rollin' in the rag, top and parlor
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, parlor
Livin' like a baller, makin' dollars, rollin' in the rag, top and parlor
It's the weekend, time for the baller's stroke, slapped all my Stacey Adams and it's time to rock
One, and here comes the two to the three and four, jumpin' in the rag, six-four
I hit the hot spot where all the ballers play
Last pocket eight ball in Big Money games
Find supermodels everywhere I look
And if you had Crazy Catch then she was hooked
All the ballers in the place lookin' like Al Capone
Gold trench coats and cell phones
The place was jumpin' drinks, was on the house
So tell me, what's it all about?
Goin' hit up with the man rollin' dice
10 G's in 10 minutes and my ain't nothing nice
7-11, 11-7, that's what I'm callin'
Saturday Night ballin'
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday, Saturday, Friday, Saturday, Saturday, Friday, Saturday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Friday, Thursday, Sunday, Sunday, Friday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Sunday, Friday, Saturday, Friday, Sunday, Friday, Saturday, Friday, Saturday, Friday, Saturday,
Friday, Saturday, ballin'
Lookin' like a baller, makin' dollars
Rollin' in the rack, choppin' parlor
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, ballin'
Lookin' like a baller, makin' dollars
Rollin' in the rack, choppin' parlor
Diamond in the back, sun rooftop
Rollin' the scene with the gangsta hop
Back on the boulevard and Big Boots passed out
Laid out with a J in his mouth
Damn, it's gettin' late, I'm rollin' solo
Rollin' with these freaks, bumpin' knee deep
Dumpin' through the hood to scoop up some more homeboys
What's up, Bugs? He on the block makin' noise
Capone's OG and now he's goin' for broke
Flocked off, got the game, money and smoke
You got my back and I got yours
What time is it? Mmm, 11.54
And there ain't no woman like the one I got
Like I said in 94, the spot's too hot
Hangin' with some real OG, shot callin'
Saturday, Sunday, ballin'
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, ballin'
Lookin' like a baller makin' dollars
Rollin' in a rack, choppin' parlor
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, ballin'
Lookin' like a baller makin' dollars
Rollin' in a rack, choppin' parlor
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, ballin'
Lookin' like a baller makin' dollars
Rollin' in a rack, choppin' parlor
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday,
Saturday Night Ballin'.
Saturday, Saturday Night Ballin'.
Saturday, Saturday Night Ballin'.