Birdman & Rick Ross - Sun Come Up Lyrics

Birdman & Rick Ross Lyrics

"Sun Come Up"

Bird, park that body, nigga
Let's take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head, nigga
What!
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up

[Rick Ross:]
Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes
Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name
Yey in the carry-on, that I'm 'bout to carry on
After all the deals, I still deal and carry on
Versus the past, we all shed tears
That's why I pop pills, the end so near
The crackas don't work, niggas just snitch
Lose trial, that's a bitch, nigga go sit
Three hots in the car, where the surf 'n' turf
Three blocks in the car, I'm gettin' what it's worth
From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom
Buyin' up the bar so the ladies gettin' at him

[T-Pain:]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up

[Glasses Malone:]
You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong
Daddy can't sleep 'til this work all gone
Drub broke down, 10028 zone
I'm seeing new trucks over 28's chrome
Brand new Benz is 600 ponies
Candy on the bitch, candy on the coat
Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality
Nigga don't bite 'cause you might get a cavity
Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity
Stash so dumb, mine's ridin' shot gun
Doin' 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful
Or end up murdered like Cain causin' hell

[T-Pain:]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up

[Birdman:]
Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
SuWu, yeah nigga
Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas
Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably
Louis with the suede on
Rockin' that jewels 'cause we paid homie
Laid on it, played on it
See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie
My honey, she know I'm good with the K
Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day
Now my lil' nigga all good with the spray
Gettin' money everyday

[T-Pain:]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run down

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mixtape: "The H: The Lost Album Vol. 1" (2013)

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Birdman & Rick Ross Lyrics