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S3Huncho & Big3Guapo - Monday to Sunday Lyrics



S3Huncho & Big3Guapo - Monday to Sunday Lyrics




Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father

Big K I be f*cking the game up
Bitch hit me cause I'm running the bank up
Gwap on me I seen niggas go bankrupt
Niggas tweeking get his body flamed up
I cannot fold on my dogs
I cannot spend on a bitch for her draws
I hate to cut to the chase
(I hate to cut to the chase)
But it's some paper to make and some bitches to break
I cannot father a hoe
I let a bitch call me daddy fasho
I gotta get to the dough
I pray my guys stay a float
Im breakin bread till it's broke
Bro hit my phone
I already know
I gotta slide onna low
Ion put my trust in luck
I put my trust in the glock
These niggas hate on the low
That's how bodies drop and niggas get popped
These niggas ain't bout a dime
Only one time you can get out of line
Hood love me cause I spend every time
Bitches think I owe em, won't get a dime
Hood nigga I won't change over time
I done put in over time
Started from the bottom how in the hell could I fall back behind

Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father

He don't want no smoke no he don't wanna problem
Get to the bag cause the money be callin'
Ain't talkin' money no need to be callin'
Ain't talkin' money, my money is all in
Tryna get rich gave my momma a promise
Won't tell a lie I can only be honest
She wanna f*ck me to get in my pockets
Won't get a dime, you can't get in my pockets,
Smokin' this gas keep me high like a martian,
All of my weed comin' straight out the garden
He say i'm broke but he get money hardly
I f*ck his bitch she ride me like a Harley
Smokin' this gas keep me high like a martian
All of my weed comin' straight out the garden
He say i'm broke but he get money hardly
I f*ck his bitch & he know I ain't sorry

Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
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Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father

Big K I be f*cking the game up
Bitch hit me cause I'm running the bank up
Gwap on me I seen niggas go bankrupt
Niggas tweeking get his body flamed up
I cannot fold on my dogs
I cannot spend on a bitch for her draws
I hate to cut to the chase
(I hate to cut to the chase)
But it's some paper to make and some bitches to break
I cannot father a hoe
I let a bitch call me daddy fasho
I gotta get to the dough
I pray my guys stay a float
Im breakin bread till it's broke
Bro hit my phone
I already know
I gotta slide onna low
Ion put my trust in luck
I put my trust in the glock
These niggas hate on the low
That's how bodies drop and niggas get popped
These niggas ain't bout a dime
Only one time you can get out of line
Hood love me cause I spend every time
Bitches think I owe em, won't get a dime
Hood nigga I won't change over time
I done put in over time
Started from the bottom how in the hell could I fall back behind

Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father

He don't want no smoke no he don't wanna problem
Get to the bag cause the money be callin'
Ain't talkin' money no need to be callin'
Ain't talkin' money, my money is all in
Tryna get rich gave my momma a promise
Won't tell a lie I can only be honest
She wanna f*ck me to get in my pockets
Won't get a dime, you can't get in my pockets,
Smokin' this gas keep me high like a martian,
All of my weed comin' straight out the garden
He say i'm broke but he get money hardly
I f*ck his bitch she ride me like a Harley
Smokin' this gas keep me high like a martian
All of my weed comin' straight out the garden
He say i'm broke but he get money hardly
I f*ck his bitch & he know I ain't sorry

Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
Stackin' this money from Monday to Sunday
If you ain't talkin' bout money don't call me
Benjamin getta I love me the commas
Me & him do not have nothin' in common
He a broke boy he don't got any dollars
She on my dick cause she know ima baller
I'll f*ck her once & I prolly won't call her
She call me daddy & I ain't her father
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Writer: Carlos De La Luz, Patrick Lockhart
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