"Monday To Sunday" lyrics
Monday to Sunday
She outside with the hoes that I don't like
Ho so broke, can't even buy drank, can't even buy Sprite
Ho so broke, she wake up mad, but that's her life
Pour up, girl, stop trollin', she like, "Where my chaser?"
I could break this shit out, but I need your facial
I'd come save the day, the fuck I need a cape for?
I'm a bachelor, baby, I don't go on dates no more
Black truck filled up with fine shit, like nothin' below a 9
And my shooter mimic John Wick, for the dawgs, he overslidin'
Bitch, you gon' lose before we ever even, fuck a overtime
They think I popped out at Chase Bank, the way my shows loaded with dimes
"Is she fine?" Hmm, yes
"She a vibe?" Hmm, yes
"She got swag?" Hmm, yes
"Her own bag?" Hmm, yes
"She be on dirt?" I don't know
"Do she go to work?" Not no more
Lil' mama just like a backstage rider
She make it hard to come from inside her, oh-woah
Monday to Sunday
She outside with the hoes that I don't like
Ho so broke, can't even buy drank, can't even buy Sprite
Ho so broke, she wake up mad, but that's her life
Pour up, girl, stop trollin', she like, "Where my chaser?"
I could break this shit out, but I need your facial
I'd come save the day, the fuck I need a cape for?
I'm a bachelor, baby, I don't go on dates no more
She outside with the hoes that I don't like
Ho so broke, can't even buy drank, can't even buy Sprite
Ho so broke, she wake up mad, but that's her life
Pour up, girl, stop trollin', she like, "Where my chaser?"
I could break this shit out, but I need your facial
I'd come save the day, the fuck I need a cape for?
I'm a bachelor, baby, I don't go on dates no more
Black truck filled up with fine shit, like nothin' below a 9
And my shooter mimic John Wick, for the dawgs, he overslidin'
Bitch, you gon' lose before we ever even, fuck a overtime
They think I popped out at Chase Bank, the way my shows loaded with dimes
"Is she fine?" Hmm, yes
"She a vibe?" Hmm, yes
"She got swag?" Hmm, yes
"Her own bag?" Hmm, yes
"She be on dirt?" I don't know
"Do she go to work?" Not no more
Lil' mama just like a backstage rider
She make it hard to come from inside her, oh-woah
Monday to Sunday
She outside with the hoes that I don't like
Ho so broke, can't even buy drank, can't even buy Sprite
Ho so broke, she wake up mad, but that's her life
Pour up, girl, stop trollin', she like, "Where my chaser?"
I could break this shit out, but I need your facial
I'd come save the day, the fuck I need a cape for?
I'm a bachelor, baby, I don't go on dates no more
