Cause these days I'm just rolling on my own time
And these days they don't even know how to f*ck wit my grind
But these days it's all about luck or how to survive
I got my phone to my ear with the blip on my side
Wait
Monday we f*cking same with Tuesday but Wednesday
Man we get to humping
The Same with Thursday Friday Saturday ouu
Get to praying on Sunday then repeating the cycle
He don't even like you so f*ck it baby let's get it simple
I'm stacking Nickels I'm always middle my heart is metal
Pedal pedal pedal I'm moving faster the more I settle
Keep on moving I'm steady grooving to the beat instrumental
But I keep on going cause no one stopping my only mental
I just keep on flowing the flowing growing I'm only showing
How these ma F*ckas knowing I got my foot on gas
I get in the bag the hottest at that don't hate my brag
These people always hating at that so f*ck off of my past
I'm getting the cash I'm getting them mad
I'm dipping the bag straight into the tea f*ck you talking bout
Say I can't rap man pardon my act
F*ck those doubting homies when they come round my house let's talk about that
I got my foot on the gas your boy is a rat so carry the rat
Straight into the bag let me talk my shit f*cka
I got bitxhes on my dick lil sucka
But f*ck a dude if he continue to love her you bitch ass brother
Ya I can rap go ahead call me a fag
Starting a plague bumping my flag I just keep hustle around
Ya I just needed to brag get out my way get out my face get out my place get out my face
Get out my circle
Don't wanna continue to hurt you nobody wanted to chirp you
I got me a trophy I got me the coin I spent every dollar but nobody perfect
I got me cash I spend it to fast I'm running it fast
I learned in my past that I cannot spend if I cannot lend a brother a hand
I can't be broke here again
Living right I'm on my regular shit
Tryna live the best I can but got a regular shift
Working nine-five the money coming balling again
I'm falling again the more I got I'm spending again
This shit is not fair
But I keep on wanting to share
You hearing me clear
Can I get my bitches in here
To play with my hair
F*ck it just play with my spear
I'm killing this beat
I'm gonna need a pass on the chair
I'm living in here
Get me a water with the ice in a glair
Got me a nice car with the dice in the mirror
Ugh keep rolling got no time for you here
Just wanted to show y'all the skill that I proudly inhered
F*ck it
Frostbite Studios - Monday To Sunday Lyrics
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Cause these days I'm just rolling on my own time
And these days they don't even know how to f*ck wit my grind
But these days it's all about luck or how to survive
I got my phone to my ear with the blip on my side
Wait
Monday we f*cking same with Tuesday but Wednesday
Man we get to humping
The Same with Thursday Friday Saturday ouu
Get to praying on Sunday then repeating the cycle
He don't even like you so f*ck it baby let's get it simple
I'm stacking Nickels I'm always middle my heart is metal
Pedal pedal pedal I'm moving faster the more I settle
Keep on moving I'm steady grooving to the beat instrumental
But I keep on going cause no one stopping my only mental
I just keep on flowing the flowing growing I'm only showing
How these ma F*ckas knowing I got my foot on gas
I get in the bag the hottest at that don't hate my brag
These people always hating at that so f*ck off of my past
I'm getting the cash I'm getting them mad
I'm dipping the bag straight into the tea f*ck you talking bout
Say I can't rap man pardon my act
F*ck those doubting homies when they come round my house let's talk about that
I got my foot on the gas your boy is a rat so carry the rat
Straight into the bag let me talk my shit f*cka
I got bitxhes on my dick lil sucka
But f*ck a dude if he continue to love her you bitch ass brother
Ya I can rap go ahead call me a fag
Starting a plague bumping my flag I just keep hustle around
Ya I just needed to brag get out my way get out my face get out my place get out my face
Get out my circle
Don't wanna continue to hurt you nobody wanted to chirp you
I got me a trophy I got me the coin I spent every dollar but nobody perfect
I got me cash I spend it to fast I'm running it fast
I learned in my past that I cannot spend if I cannot lend a brother a hand
I can't be broke here again
Living right I'm on my regular shit
Tryna live the best I can but got a regular shift
Working nine-five the money coming balling again
I'm falling again the more I got I'm spending again
This shit is not fair
But I keep on wanting to share
You hearing me clear
Can I get my bitches in here
To play with my hair
F*ck it just play with my spear
I'm killing this beat
I'm gonna need a pass on the chair
I'm living in here
Get me a water with the ice in a glair
Got me a nice car with the dice in the mirror
Ugh keep rolling got no time for you here
Just wanted to show y'all the skill that I proudly inhered
F*ck it
And these days they don't even know how to f*ck wit my grind
But these days it's all about luck or how to survive
I got my phone to my ear with the blip on my side
Wait
Monday we f*cking same with Tuesday but Wednesday
Man we get to humping
The Same with Thursday Friday Saturday ouu
Get to praying on Sunday then repeating the cycle
He don't even like you so f*ck it baby let's get it simple
I'm stacking Nickels I'm always middle my heart is metal
Pedal pedal pedal I'm moving faster the more I settle
Keep on moving I'm steady grooving to the beat instrumental
But I keep on going cause no one stopping my only mental
I just keep on flowing the flowing growing I'm only showing
How these ma F*ckas knowing I got my foot on gas
I get in the bag the hottest at that don't hate my brag
These people always hating at that so f*ck off of my past
I'm getting the cash I'm getting them mad
I'm dipping the bag straight into the tea f*ck you talking bout
Say I can't rap man pardon my act
F*ck those doubting homies when they come round my house let's talk about that
I got my foot on the gas your boy is a rat so carry the rat
Straight into the bag let me talk my shit f*cka
I got bitxhes on my dick lil sucka
But f*ck a dude if he continue to love her you bitch ass brother
Ya I can rap go ahead call me a fag
Starting a plague bumping my flag I just keep hustle around
Ya I just needed to brag get out my way get out my face get out my place get out my face
Get out my circle
Don't wanna continue to hurt you nobody wanted to chirp you
I got me a trophy I got me the coin I spent every dollar but nobody perfect
I got me cash I spend it to fast I'm running it fast
I learned in my past that I cannot spend if I cannot lend a brother a hand
I can't be broke here again
Living right I'm on my regular shit
Tryna live the best I can but got a regular shift
Working nine-five the money coming balling again
I'm falling again the more I got I'm spending again
This shit is not fair
But I keep on wanting to share
You hearing me clear
Can I get my bitches in here
To play with my hair
F*ck it just play with my spear
I'm killing this beat
I'm gonna need a pass on the chair
I'm living in here
Get me a water with the ice in a glair
Got me a nice car with the dice in the mirror
Ugh keep rolling got no time for you here
Just wanted to show y'all the skill that I proudly inhered
F*ck it
Writer: Justin Shadbolt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid