Monday Thru Sunday Lyrics

Monday through Sunday we run up the money, investing this shit in myself

Gotta go hard for my BM stack up for my son give a fuck about anyone else

Unless you the fam then I give what I can but don't hold out your hand for no help

Just let me know that you trying right now, you need guidance, I'm holding you down like a belt

No I'm not counting the favor, just return it later, we all need a person to lean on

I don't fuck with niggas who ain't bout a check, so you clearly ain't on what I be on

You broke and won't listen, ain't got no ambition, go stand over there with them peons

I'm working it out in my head, if I do this shit right we gon' count up for eons

I said if I do this shit right Imma count up fasho

Drip at the toe and I walk through the door

I was just broke had to count up my dough

Stacking it up from the roof to the floor

Catch a new play then I pass it to bro

We can run, pick and roll, we can run, give and go

If I told you we locked in, I meant it for sure

This shit deeper than rap, if you know then you know