Monday Tuh Sunday
I'm turning my bitch up
Yellow diamonds, I'm pissed up
Took a minute to get up
Now you see me get money from Monday to Sunday
On they neck, I won't let up
Sammy saying "Don't give up"
Keep applying that pressure, you got it
They gon' hate all they want, you just run up your money
Damn, could do what you want when you got it, keep popping your shit, don't let nobody stop it
They saying I'm cocky I say, it's whatever like fuck it, I'm just being honest
Don't like when the facts hit the table but look at my plate when I'm eating, Ironic
He say he had a plan for the longest
And never ever acted on it
Fuck it I done came in like the rent due
Early bird, get to it ain't shit new
Ain't the same, you ain't me and, I ain't you
Makes sense, if I was you I would hate too
Damn, hateful
People hating on me, ungrateful
All the drip, all the hoes, and the bankroll
Size 43 sneaks, not Hey Dudes
D-Damn I would hate too
Living La Vida Loca
Couldn't tell me shit if you wanted to
Talking bout taking me out
Talking bout shit they ain't gonna do
See someone like me
Do what they want
You get what you want when your popping, I told you before what we on
I'm turning my bitch up
Yellow diamonds, I'm pissed up
Took a minute to get up
Now you see me get money from Monday to Sunday
On they neck, I won't let up
Sammy saying "Don't give up"
Keep applying that pressure, you got it
They gon' hate all they want, you just run up your money, yeah
Hop out the coup with my damn fire
My bitch pull up my pants higher
Yeah, we got them sticks like a drumline
My bitch eat like a vampire
I'm getting money in real life
That's just something I can't hide
I put one in the air, no I can't cry
Momma had to accept I get dumb high
We put that shit on the floor
We the ones make you get low
We the ones making shit fold
I know your ho is a fan
I ain't a fan of the ho
Duck off with my bitch, we in Cancun
Keep on ordering steak used to can food
give me head and her shoulders, no shampoo
Tired of mothafuckas tryna say what I can't do
(Shut up, be quiet)
Southwest's Finest
Yellow diamonds, I'm pissed up
Took a minute to get up
Now you see me get money from Monday to Sunday
On they neck, I won't let up
Sammy saying "Don't give up"
Keep applying that pressure, you got it
They gon' hate all they want, you just run up your money
Damn, could do what you want when you got it, keep popping your shit, don't let nobody stop it
They saying I'm cocky I say, it's whatever like fuck it, I'm just being honest
Don't like when the facts hit the table but look at my plate when I'm eating, Ironic
He say he had a plan for the longest
And never ever acted on it
Fuck it I done came in like the rent due
Early bird, get to it ain't shit new
Ain't the same, you ain't me and, I ain't you
Makes sense, if I was you I would hate too
Damn, hateful
People hating on me, ungrateful
All the drip, all the hoes, and the bankroll
Size 43 sneaks, not Hey Dudes
D-Damn I would hate too
Living La Vida Loca
Couldn't tell me shit if you wanted to
Talking bout taking me out
Talking bout shit they ain't gonna do
See someone like me
Do what they want
You get what you want when your popping, I told you before what we on
I'm turning my bitch up
Yellow diamonds, I'm pissed up
Took a minute to get up
Now you see me get money from Monday to Sunday
On they neck, I won't let up
Sammy saying "Don't give up"
Keep applying that pressure, you got it
They gon' hate all they want, you just run up your money, yeah
Hop out the coup with my damn fire
My bitch pull up my pants higher
Yeah, we got them sticks like a drumline
My bitch eat like a vampire
I'm getting money in real life
That's just something I can't hide
I put one in the air, no I can't cry
Momma had to accept I get dumb high
We put that shit on the floor
We the ones make you get low
We the ones making shit fold
I know your ho is a fan
I ain't a fan of the ho
Duck off with my bitch, we in Cancun
Keep on ordering steak used to can food
give me head and her shoulders, no shampoo
Tired of mothafuckas tryna say what I can't do
(Shut up, be quiet)
Southwest's Finest
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Writer(s): Xavier Sisneros
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