Sunday Night
Another sunday night, my mind driftin over
I'm at a parking lot thinking when this foo gone show up
I've waited past 2 and its getting even colder
Said ill meet you up soon, man he talkin like he know me
Met this suckka on the book said I got that work for him
Either way i'm finna show him, Flako love this fucking money
I'm addicted to this shit like i'm doing coke all morning
Living in that fast lane watch me make these moves homie
See a cady drippin blue homeboy lookin like he ballin
Got the tints at 5 percent he came in bumpin 50 cent
I cant wait to hit this lick, make him think of many men
Slide my 1911 back put my mask on real quick
Out the side i make my move go ahead be stupid make the news
Give me everything you got i'm talkin bout the money, chains and goods
Homeboy looked at me all shook, started giving up the jewels
Homegirl by his side, bitch im talking to you too
Damn Flako what you do what the fuck been up with you
Nun lately just been getting money since high school
Let me tell ya somethin true this money really love me too
I spend it double up, let me know if u want a bag too
This hustle shit will neva stop just watch out for them fucking cops
Know yo hood, plan yo moves right and you'll be fine
Once you get it it don't stop this feelin got me lovin life
I don't know something bout that rush got me feeling high
Right back to this fucking goof i took his keys and watches too
A bunch of other shit but ill worry bout that later
Told him any sudden move, ill kill him and his lady too
Stupid bitch, wouldn't stop crying, almost made me wanna shoot
Flex a muscle man i might just have to end em
But Flako got his money, if he were a opp he wouldn't be living
So i save a couple bullet maybe next time
All i know, is never get caught lackin when its drillin time
But anyway out the parking lot i make my getaway
Jump a fence throw the keys far as fuck
Ain't no way i'm getting chased, 2 blocks over is my new whip
Time to light it up i'm talking bout that sticky icky green, start the car up
Out the ally i hit them swansea streets
Back to the bells is the destination until next week
Just watch me make these moves i might teach you a thing or two
I'm at a parking lot thinking when this foo gone show up
I've waited past 2 and its getting even colder
Said ill meet you up soon, man he talkin like he know me
Met this suckka on the book said I got that work for him
Either way i'm finna show him, Flako love this fucking money
I'm addicted to this shit like i'm doing coke all morning
Living in that fast lane watch me make these moves homie
See a cady drippin blue homeboy lookin like he ballin
Got the tints at 5 percent he came in bumpin 50 cent
I cant wait to hit this lick, make him think of many men
Slide my 1911 back put my mask on real quick
Out the side i make my move go ahead be stupid make the news
Give me everything you got i'm talkin bout the money, chains and goods
Homeboy looked at me all shook, started giving up the jewels
Homegirl by his side, bitch im talking to you too
Damn Flako what you do what the fuck been up with you
Nun lately just been getting money since high school
Let me tell ya somethin true this money really love me too
I spend it double up, let me know if u want a bag too
This hustle shit will neva stop just watch out for them fucking cops
Know yo hood, plan yo moves right and you'll be fine
Once you get it it don't stop this feelin got me lovin life
I don't know something bout that rush got me feeling high
Right back to this fucking goof i took his keys and watches too
A bunch of other shit but ill worry bout that later
Told him any sudden move, ill kill him and his lady too
Stupid bitch, wouldn't stop crying, almost made me wanna shoot
Flex a muscle man i might just have to end em
But Flako got his money, if he were a opp he wouldn't be living
So i save a couple bullet maybe next time
All i know, is never get caught lackin when its drillin time
But anyway out the parking lot i make my getaway
Jump a fence throw the keys far as fuck
Ain't no way i'm getting chased, 2 blocks over is my new whip
Time to light it up i'm talking bout that sticky icky green, start the car up
Out the ally i hit them swansea streets
Back to the bells is the destination until next week
Just watch me make these moves i might teach you a thing or two
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Writer(s): Alejandro Bonilla
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