Thursday Future (Ft. Only Thrsday)

[Verse 1: Future]
Yeah
I'm goin' mixed breed
I got they legs up
Little bit of French tips
Little bit of white stuff
We goin' Tur-Caicos
Stamp the bitch passport
Straight to the last floor
Do whatever I ask for
Only on Thursday
Only on Thursday
I was with a mermaid
Like I'm in a bird cage
Goin' 730
A lot of baddies, per se
She did it without no advance
I'm takin' shit down South France
Got a chef where we land
Had to flew a few in who fancy
If you came down to romance
If I'm high then you got your chance
Just make sure you come with no panties
I've done enough codeine damage
You soaking wet, just say that
It's a room full of bitches, don't play fair
I done run through shit on Thursday
It's a bunch of these bitches my playmate
Pull up, touchdown, it's a payday
She like the way I gas her
She know a nigga ain't gon' pass her
No matter who I chose to do
I'ma always remember that freak in you