"Casual Monday" lyrics
You know, casual Monday and shit
Might pull up in that good one and all that
Bendin' corner and all that
Shit way too easy for me
Ooh, Goddamn, nigga, hundred thousand on the engine
Bendin' corners on you nigga
Dip, dip, dip through, hit the block on some other shit
Brand new, everything when I'm stepping in
I'm a cool-ass nigga, but the weapon in
I'm a cool-ass nigga, but the weapon in
'Cause I don't really want no drama, but these nigga hate
Really hate to see a smooth nigga touching cake
Really hate to see me diamond rocking every day
Really hate to see me timin' rocking every day (Rolex)
Really hate to see me tomahawkin' every steak (New kind)
Bitch, that's three hundred for the fucking steak
Bitch, it's three hundred when it's time to skate
Dipping, rolling up another eighth
Do it for the whole motherfucking gang (TFM)
TFM the whole motherfucking gang
Re-up on the bag, and I'm never late
They call me Tio Larry when I'm coppin' weight
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
They wonder why I shine like that
They wonder why my pockets so fat
I done came up
All this fucking player shit a nigga do
All this fucking money I done ran through
All this fucking money that a nigga made
I done came up, now they wanna hate
A casual Monday, chick from the runway
Ice like Sunday, tryna dodge a gunplay
Damn, it's a good day, banana on a good K
Jamming up the 280, fresher than a new baby
Not with the bullshit, not about to fuck around
Put it in the pot, use the left wrist to stir 'round
Smoke out the whole pound, don't wanna collab'
Don't really need a lot, Sunday, so I drove the 'Rag
Parked and I load the mag, where the baking soda at?
Where the Motorola at? Real nigga 'fore the rap
Real nigga hold it down, ain't no controlling that
It's enough to go around, real nigga knowing that
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
They wonder why I shine like that
They wonder why my pockets so fat
I done came up
All this fucking player shit a nigga do
All this fucking money I done ran through
All this fucking money that a nigga made
I done came up, now they wanna hate
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like-
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like-
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
Might pull up in that good one and all that
Bendin' corner and all that
Shit way too easy for me
Ooh, Goddamn, nigga, hundred thousand on the engine
Bendin' corners on you nigga
Dip, dip, dip through, hit the block on some other shit
Brand new, everything when I'm stepping in
I'm a cool-ass nigga, but the weapon in
I'm a cool-ass nigga, but the weapon in
'Cause I don't really want no drama, but these nigga hate
Really hate to see a smooth nigga touching cake
Really hate to see me diamond rocking every day
Really hate to see me timin' rocking every day (Rolex)
Really hate to see me tomahawkin' every steak (New kind)
Bitch, that's three hundred for the fucking steak
Bitch, it's three hundred when it's time to skate
Dipping, rolling up another eighth
Do it for the whole motherfucking gang (TFM)
TFM the whole motherfucking gang
Re-up on the bag, and I'm never late
They call me Tio Larry when I'm coppin' weight
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
They wonder why I shine like that
They wonder why my pockets so fat
I done came up
All this fucking player shit a nigga do
All this fucking money I done ran through
All this fucking money that a nigga made
I done came up, now they wanna hate
A casual Monday, chick from the runway
Ice like Sunday, tryna dodge a gunplay
Damn, it's a good day, banana on a good K
Jamming up the 280, fresher than a new baby
Not with the bullshit, not about to fuck around
Put it in the pot, use the left wrist to stir 'round
Smoke out the whole pound, don't wanna collab'
Don't really need a lot, Sunday, so I drove the 'Rag
Parked and I load the mag, where the baking soda at?
Where the Motorola at? Real nigga 'fore the rap
Real nigga hold it down, ain't no controlling that
It's enough to go around, real nigga knowing that
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
They wonder why I shine like that
They wonder why my pockets so fat
I done came up
All this fucking player shit a nigga do
All this fucking money I done ran through
All this fucking money that a nigga made
I done came up, now they wanna hate
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like-
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like-
I'm outside, and they wonder why I move like that
Vibe like that, ride like that
