Church On Monday
Zaytoven
I'd like to welcome everybody to my service tonight
Where we talk nothing but real, real, real talk
Real, real, real
How y'all doing out there this evenin'?
I see the ladies comin' here tonight, in my church
Let me start off with this first story
Let's go
She was light-skinned, long hair but she a dummy
Dead last disease, fuckin' 'round, fuckin' money
If a bitch show you fakeness then you better get to runnin'
Make sure everybody in your circle they a hunnid
Learn how to save money, shit, 'cause bad days comin'
And keep another woman, shit, 'cause mad day comin'
If you in the game you can't rat, that's a no no
Even if your arm's shot, hanging like a a yo-yo
Ride fearin' nigga, who representin' your logo?
But still watch every nigga in that photo, so close
Give God his, hit your knees tell Him thank you
God love Christians just like he love gangstas
Respect the old people, pay up if you owe people
Get out them people business and worry 'bout your people
Don't get no "woman love money" if you ain't got money
No matter what it is, don't let 'em take it from you
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Never let a woman handle you weak, then you beat
Don't be thuggin' in these goddamn streets if you ain't street
Keep your secrets all to yourself, don't let 'em leak
If Zay' ain't on your beat then your shit probably weak
If you know you might tell, don't put in work, that's church
Ain't nothin' gangsta 'bout going to jail, that's church
You can fuck around with Trell and you gon' get your ass murked
Shoot first, do dirt, I'ma send your ass to church
Better find your ass a woman in this cold world (why?)
'Cause everybody probably fuckin' ol' girl
Everybody say they got it, ain't got money
Know the difference from who real and who stuntin'
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Last sermon for the younger kids
Buy your ass some land, I know Xans and all them goddamn Gucci feel
What I'm seein' man is ludicrous
They kill a nigga and get on live and say they did it, man
Who can you trust when it hit the fan?
Fuck that baby mama shit if that's your son, that's your lil' man
If it ain't work then find another plan
If these girls ain't actin' right go get you a wife like Gucci Mane (brr)
If you gon' rock it, wear a stupid chain
If you got money in your pocket do your thing, if you ain't had a thing
Gotta go get it, can't be askin' man
'Cause ain't nobody givin' shit 'round here
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
I'd like to welcome everybody to my service tonight
Where we talk nothing but real, real, real talk
Real, real, real
How y'all doing out there this evenin'?
I see the ladies comin' here tonight, in my church
Let me start off with this first story
Let's go
She was light-skinned, long hair but she a dummy
Dead last disease, fuckin' 'round, fuckin' money
If a bitch show you fakeness then you better get to runnin'
Make sure everybody in your circle they a hunnid
Learn how to save money, shit, 'cause bad days comin'
And keep another woman, shit, 'cause mad day comin'
If you in the game you can't rat, that's a no no
Even if your arm's shot, hanging like a a yo-yo
Ride fearin' nigga, who representin' your logo?
But still watch every nigga in that photo, so close
Give God his, hit your knees tell Him thank you
God love Christians just like he love gangstas
Respect the old people, pay up if you owe people
Get out them people business and worry 'bout your people
Don't get no "woman love money" if you ain't got money
No matter what it is, don't let 'em take it from you
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Never let a woman handle you weak, then you beat
Don't be thuggin' in these goddamn streets if you ain't street
Keep your secrets all to yourself, don't let 'em leak
If Zay' ain't on your beat then your shit probably weak
If you know you might tell, don't put in work, that's church
Ain't nothin' gangsta 'bout going to jail, that's church
You can fuck around with Trell and you gon' get your ass murked
Shoot first, do dirt, I'ma send your ass to church
Better find your ass a woman in this cold world (why?)
'Cause everybody probably fuckin' ol' girl
Everybody say they got it, ain't got money
Know the difference from who real and who stuntin'
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Last sermon for the younger kids
Buy your ass some land, I know Xans and all them goddamn Gucci feel
What I'm seein' man is ludicrous
They kill a nigga and get on live and say they did it, man
Who can you trust when it hit the fan?
Fuck that baby mama shit if that's your son, that's your lil' man
If it ain't work then find another plan
If these girls ain't actin' right go get you a wife like Gucci Mane (brr)
If you gon' rock it, wear a stupid chain
If you got money in your pocket do your thing, if you ain't had a thing
Gotta go get it, can't be askin' man
'Cause ain't nobody givin' shit 'round here
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
Church on Monday
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Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Torrence Hatch
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