"Like Sunday" lyrics
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, [?]
Ayy, ayy, don't I treat you good?
Told her dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
I kick that hoe to the curb actin' like she deserve me
[?]
If I bring her then she probably top shelf shit, probably curtsy
Get red carpet, cause the block tight, this is not a courtesy
How the fuck niggas my twin, he ain't even got currency
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray (Ayy)
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui (Ayy, ayy)
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
It's a cold world and these hoes needy, you would think it was the four seasons
Slim picks and we both greedy, had to take it to the four seasons
Money plays RBC like we got paid out before Jesus
Ball even in the postseason, niggas fall out flow seeding
Tennis shoes cost four yeezy
Stuck up nigga, four sheezy
I ain't sign for no chump change, got Young Money like I know Weezy
Cash cow, so it's no beefin', yopp to a nigga, go vegan
Ten tryna call the Pope, call me talkin' to the dead like the ghost need me
Ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray (Hee, uh!, okay)
Ayy, ayy, Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
Ayy, ayy, Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
I kick that hoe to the curb actin' like she deserve me
[?]
If I bring her then she probably top shelf shit, probably curtsy
Get red carpet, cause the block tight, this is not a courtesy
How the fuck niggas my twin, he ain't even got currency
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray (Hee, uh!, okay)
Ayy, Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
Ayy, ayy, Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, [?]
Ayy, ayy, don't I treat you good?
Told her dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
I kick that hoe to the curb actin' like she deserve me
[?]
If I bring her then she probably top shelf shit, probably curtsy
Get red carpet, cause the block tight, this is not a courtesy
How the fuck niggas my twin, he ain't even got currency
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray (Ayy)
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui (Ayy, ayy)
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
It's a cold world and these hoes needy, you would think it was the four seasons
Slim picks and we both greedy, had to take it to the four seasons
Money plays RBC like we got paid out before Jesus
Ball even in the postseason, niggas fall out flow seeding
Tennis shoes cost four yeezy
Stuck up nigga, four sheezy
I ain't sign for no chump change, got Young Money like I know Weezy
Cash cow, so it's no beefin', yopp to a nigga, go vegan
Ten tryna call the Pope, call me talkin' to the dead like the ghost need me
Ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray (Hee, uh!, okay)
Ayy, ayy, Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
Ayy, ayy, Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
I kick that hoe to the curb actin' like she deserve me
[?]
If I bring her then she probably top shelf shit, probably curtsy
Get red carpet, cause the block tight, this is not a courtesy
How the fuck niggas my twin, he ain't even got currency
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray (Hee, uh!, okay)
Ayy, Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
Ayy, ayy, Every day like Sunday, get the bag, we pray
Told the dime dawg she can leave, fucking up my Feng shui
