[Verse 1]
All of my friends are the reason I’m only
On for the weekend when it’s not so lonely
Most Friday nights end up looking this way
Wake up so high, now I’m drunk on the feeling
Boredom comes next and I stare at the ceiling
Most Monday nights end up looking this way
End up looking this way

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on sugar, don’t you leave early
I’m tired of counting myself back to sleep

[Chorus]
Baby, we don’t need no money
No worries tonight
Start a party in the living room
Turn it up until we feel it boom
Baby, let’s get fucking crazy and lose track of time
Why we always got to fret about it?
There’s nothing to regret about it
Baby, we don’t need no money
No worries tonight
Start a party in the living room
Turn it up until we feel it boom
Baby, let’s get fucking crazy and lose track of time
Why we always got to fret about it?
There’s nothing to regret about it
There’s nothing to regret about it
There’s nothing to regret about it
There’s nothing to regret about it