On Monday, she paid me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday, she paid me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday I was in a trap On Tuesday, I was with your mom
On Wednesday, popped at new bitch Look like Nia Long
On Thursday, ordered my drip online Nigga, f*ck the mall
On Friday, I'm at the studio Making new songs,
On Saturday, I'm turnt up Tryna see where the hoes at
On Sunday, I thank the Lord Cause a nigga makin' stacks
Went to jail once, but No, I never go back I got a white foreign
But a nigga want the hellcat Used to rock the waves
Now my dreads hang from the back I'm ridin' around, I'm gettin' it
Your bitch want me to hit it I told her where the money at
She wasn't feelin' it I left the bitch alone
Cause a nigga need his presidents
Dareal everyday same shit
Different hoes, different whips You know me and Humble Rodd
We be on some player shit If it ain't bout a bag then
It don't make sense I made ten bands
Nigga, it's not even 10 a.m. I came up off sellin' grams
Now I'm f*ckin' with the ATM Kickin' black hoes out the trap
Like Martin did Pam No more losin', this my time to win
Some niggas broke, but we ain't them I hit your bitch first
Way before you like Ray J did Kim
I'm sippin' on some Dusse this not no Remy or no Hen
I'm smokin' on some cookie smoke the pack came with no seeds or stems
On Monday, it's time to get it in
On Tuesday, same shit again
On Wednesday, I'm chillin' with two hoes They lookin' like twins
On Thursday, f*ck it, I might just buy me a new Benz
On Friday, I'm with the same niggas Don't do the new friends
On Saturday, catch me drippin' in the latest fashion
On Sunday, I'm thankin' the Lord While I'm waitin' on them back ends
On Monday, she pay me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday, she pay me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
I told the bitch she ain't come correct then' Don't hit me
DaRealHumbleTee - Everyday (feat. KingRoddHumble) Lyrics
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On Monday, she paid me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday, she paid me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday I was in a trap On Tuesday, I was with your mom
On Wednesday, popped at new bitch Look like Nia Long
On Thursday, ordered my drip online Nigga, f*ck the mall
On Friday, I'm at the studio Making new songs,
On Saturday, I'm turnt up Tryna see where the hoes at
On Sunday, I thank the Lord Cause a nigga makin' stacks
Went to jail once, but No, I never go back I got a white foreign
But a nigga want the hellcat Used to rock the waves
Now my dreads hang from the back I'm ridin' around, I'm gettin' it
Your bitch want me to hit it I told her where the money at
She wasn't feelin' it I left the bitch alone
Cause a nigga need his presidents
Dareal everyday same shit
Different hoes, different whips You know me and Humble Rodd
We be on some player shit If it ain't bout a bag then
It don't make sense I made ten bands
Nigga, it's not even 10 a.m. I came up off sellin' grams
Now I'm f*ckin' with the ATM Kickin' black hoes out the trap
Like Martin did Pam No more losin', this my time to win
Some niggas broke, but we ain't them I hit your bitch first
Way before you like Ray J did Kim
I'm sippin' on some Dusse this not no Remy or no Hen
I'm smokin' on some cookie smoke the pack came with no seeds or stems
On Monday, it's time to get it in
On Tuesday, same shit again
On Wednesday, I'm chillin' with two hoes They lookin' like twins
On Thursday, f*ck it, I might just buy me a new Benz
On Friday, I'm with the same niggas Don't do the new friends
On Saturday, catch me drippin' in the latest fashion
On Sunday, I'm thankin' the Lord While I'm waitin' on them back ends
On Monday, she pay me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday, she pay me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
I told the bitch she ain't come correct then' Don't hit me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday, she paid me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday I was in a trap On Tuesday, I was with your mom
On Wednesday, popped at new bitch Look like Nia Long
On Thursday, ordered my drip online Nigga, f*ck the mall
On Friday, I'm at the studio Making new songs,
On Saturday, I'm turnt up Tryna see where the hoes at
On Sunday, I thank the Lord Cause a nigga makin' stacks
Went to jail once, but No, I never go back I got a white foreign
But a nigga want the hellcat Used to rock the waves
Now my dreads hang from the back I'm ridin' around, I'm gettin' it
Your bitch want me to hit it I told her where the money at
She wasn't feelin' it I left the bitch alone
Cause a nigga need his presidents
Dareal everyday same shit
Different hoes, different whips You know me and Humble Rodd
We be on some player shit If it ain't bout a bag then
It don't make sense I made ten bands
Nigga, it's not even 10 a.m. I came up off sellin' grams
Now I'm f*ckin' with the ATM Kickin' black hoes out the trap
Like Martin did Pam No more losin', this my time to win
Some niggas broke, but we ain't them I hit your bitch first
Way before you like Ray J did Kim
I'm sippin' on some Dusse this not no Remy or no Hen
I'm smokin' on some cookie smoke the pack came with no seeds or stems
On Monday, it's time to get it in
On Tuesday, same shit again
On Wednesday, I'm chillin' with two hoes They lookin' like twins
On Thursday, f*ck it, I might just buy me a new Benz
On Friday, I'm with the same niggas Don't do the new friends
On Saturday, catch me drippin' in the latest fashion
On Sunday, I'm thankin' the Lord While I'm waitin' on them back ends
On Monday, she pay me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
Told that bitch she ain't come correct then Don't hit me
On Monday, she pay me On Tuesday, she hate me
On Wednesday, she rape me On Thursday, she bug me
On Friday, she lucky If she even touch me
On Saturday, you ain't gotta ask I'm where that money be
On Sunday, she diss me She talkin' bout she miss me
I told the bitch she ain't come correct then' Don't hit me
Writer: TAMARA ROBERTS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave