Sunday Morning

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

Soon as push up, she gon' get in my car, yeah (my car)
Only drink Actavis (Act), I don't take bars (I don't take bars)
Bringing my stats up, damn, I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars)
Whenever my mood change, I can go and switch up cars (switch your car)
Diamonds on Blu-ray, came through dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
I just been stacking patient, missed birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign)
Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan), walked in the bank with my 40 (my 40)
Everywhere I go they're recording (recording), stay down now I'm important (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Whole lotta blue racks (racks), bitches know we having money (ooh)
Pull up they like hooray (hooray), foreign coup, Chanel, we stuntin'
Smoking all this gold as soon as fuck I wanna roll up
A couple birdies in their Bentleys screaming, "Fours up" (fours up)
Ain't no jelly I do Margiela, piss on you no R. Kelly
Eating like a beast off in these streets, I got a large belly
I want all the cash and I got all of the swag, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Niggas they be mad, they think I'm doing some kind of magic (why?)

Ice on, when I hit that singing shit the lights off
I'm piped up, flyer than a kite I'm on a flight though
Gotta pipe down if you get too loud, I'll knock your lights out
Wanna fight now, I got some guys, and they go (blow, blow)

Soon as push up, she gon' get in my car, yeah (my car)
Only drink Actavis (Act), I don't take bars (I don't take bars)
Bringing my stats up, damn, I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars)
Whenever my mood change, I can go and switch up cars (switch your car)
Diamonds on Blu-ray, came through dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
I just been stacking patient, missed birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign)
Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan), walked in the bank with my 40 (my 40)
Everywhere I go they're recording (recording), stay down now I'm important (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real street nigga I ain't fighting no, we don't do one on one (no)
Fuck you think we taking chances, riding with all these guns
I ain't never played the flute, but I keep these bands and I got this drum yeah
Young nigga just finished high school, but he get a extra pill he going dumb yeah
I see him watching tryna get the recipe, I'll be goddamned if I let him get the best of me
Money on me no regular pedestrian, I put that dope in pots and make it flex
I pay security ain't no touching me, everything guaranteed when you fucking me
Everything double C it's a luxury, she just mad 'cause she ain't get no nut from me

It ain't no I in team we on that fuckery, bitch, I'm a meal ticket ain't no cooking me
Bitch you can't come with me, it ain't no company, how you a boss, and you don't own a company
Pussy good, ass fat that shit come for me, wish a nigga would, I ain't no rapper B
I be in the hood where all them trappers be, everywhere I go, I'm keeping that strap with me

Soon as push up, she gon' get in my car, yeah (my car)
Only drink Actavis (Act), I don't take bars (I don't take bars)
Bringing my stats up, damn, I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars)
Whenever my mood change, I can go and switch up cars (switch your car)
Diamonds on Blu-ray, came through dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
I just been stacking patient, missed birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign)
Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan), walked in the bank with my 40 (my 40)
Everywhere I go they're recording (recording), stay down now I'm important (yeah, yeah, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale, Lou A. Reed
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