Monday Morning Lyrics

She never met a nigga like me

Buy her shit 'cuz i adore her

I just bought a brindle pit

'Cuz my bitch ain't want no yorkie

I'm in this car

Runnin' errands,

Focused up on my financials

Ridin' wit 50

I aint talkin' bout my drum

or Curtis Jackson

(99 Nigga)

I Let my soul out , then i blank out

Like "Ion need a pencil"

Got a mag full of lead

In case I gotta solve an issue

I aint gon bark, I might bicker

I'll never argue witchu

Why you think ion never flash no pistols in my pictures?

(Finna walk this bitch down)

(Aye)

I aint gon bark, I might bicker

I will never argue witchu

Why you think ion never flash no pistols in my pictures?

(Let's go)

Ion do no flash photography, I let my niggas shoot

And whenever it come down to it, I'm lacin up my boots

I'm just careful with my words, cuz you can't handle the truth

Enjoy this food for yo thought , I wrote this shit while I was starvin'

Hellcat, when l drive

Put the steering wheel in god hands

Ion panic, just ignite another eighthy to keep my confidence

I'll never put the weed down, I got pain growin inside

My doors suicide

I never took the easy route

They say money cant buy happiness, so what is life about?

I be smiling every time I get a check in my account

I ain't never met a problem that I haven't figured out

And if you signin', add sum zeros 'til you get the right amount

She keep doin' all that whinin', I can't wait to buy her rose

If i peep a flaw then I check her off the list like, next one

Orange insides of the challey look like chestnuts

I be talkin' shit in cursive like im tryna teach a lesson

I will never leave my (my) , Smith and Wesson

She wanna leave wit me and she waitin' by the exit

She like, "What you tryna get into?"

I said, "..maybe yo entrance, but if you in my pockets, then I'm not interested"

Im too, too old for the freaky hoes

Where the Women?

(where the grown women at?)

I need a back rub and a wood, she gettin' shots in return

Make a bitch repeat my name when I'm in it

She gon sing it, beat that kitty up like Turner

She never met a nigga like me

Buy her shit 'cuz i adore her

I just bought a brindle pit

'Cuz my bitch ain't want no yorkie

I'm in this car

Runnin' errands, focused up on my financials

Ridin' wit 50

I aint talkin' bout my drum or Curtis Jackson

I Let my soul out , then i blank out

Like "Ion need a pencil"

I got a mag full of lead

In case I gotta solve an issue

I aint gon bark, I might bicker

I'll never argue witchu

Why you think ion never flash no pistols in my pictures?