[Verse 1: Nines]
I'm still with the same n***as, no recruits
I got this pink greaze shooting all these balls like I'm tryna win the golden boot
Sent my worker to re-up told 'em to move discreet
Kicking balls in the cage, grazing up my Gucci sneaks
Shooting in the air, that's what you call war
If I'm shooting in the air, there's paigons on the fourth floor
Foods all white, like Black Steve's face is
Briefcases, full of queens' faces
When my shifts done I'm with a gorgeous hoe
When the piff comes, I think I'm George from Blow
Still weighing up them keys
Fuck your lil' 38 hand ting, spraying like Febreeze
I feel like to do a bumper car shut down
For them days I couldn't buy a token
Told my n***as, one day I'm gonna shut it down
But they must have thought that I was joking
It's nines

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, make sure
You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby
Get ready, oh, on Thursday
Why you...
[Verse 2: Likkle T]
Looking at Life in amazement
Money and change spent
A lot of things changed since Wayne went
Most my times stuck on a pavement
Why you think my name ring a bell like the smell of a fragrance?
Take a look back in the day when
It was nothing but love and nobody was considered a paigon
Now everywhere you go
Somebody portraying to be something that they're not
Another thug in the making
Shine bright like the sun light, and the moon gleams
For the right price, you'll see a n***a's true themes
Loyalty's a must so pay respect when due
Cause it's hard enough to trust the closest person in view
Yeah I guess I'm tryna make it through
The struggle and pain but couldn't tell if it's the same for you
I live a hard knock life, but we know it takes two
He's always failed to realize that most this world's confused
Ha ha ha ha

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, make sure
You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby
Get ready, oh, on Thursday
Why you...
[Verse 3: Kezza]
Spark an L, bump Nas' It Ain't Hard to Tell
Thinking bout the days when I used to master scales
Mum's on a crud, cah the bud couldn't mask the smell
Brudda came through with the bricks in the whip like Gargamel
Tryna live easy when it's hard as hell
Spark an L, bump Nas' It Ain't Hard to Tell
Thinking bout my Taylors Lane days, paper plane ways
All my ex girls I love you same way, love you same like Esna
She thinks I'm a player, Iniesta
Any time I pass, I mek my wing man stretch her
And that's Lionel Messi
I remember daddy playing Dennis Brown
Final steady, hydro meddy, spiral deadly
I spit fire, call me Pyro Kezzy
We the truth, we seen them lies already
Spiral deadly, we the truth, we done seen them lies already
I spit fire, call me Pyro Kezzy

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday
Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, make sure
You are thirsty, oh, on Thursday, baby
Get ready, oh, on Thursday
Why you...