Monday FUNDDAY Lyrics

Ooooh money moves on a monday

Ice cream jewelry, Lookin like a sundae

Slide on em ALRIGHT all my niggas like to gun play

None my horses stallin, Nigga dis a V8

Bitch u slimey as hell

You just let me cram u gotta man but I can't tell

Squishy gushy when im in it sound like I was in rotel

In LA im shoppin cookie after this might hit Rodeo

Backed up, 43 at 3'oclock

U get clapped up, Bro got switchy on the glock

Like a mac truck, im shootin past in dis Trackhawk

Got my racks up, I packed my bag im finna blast off

I dont need a bitch she need me

I got bows & straps in the b&b

Blick you down while u out to eat like Pnb

My bitch outside my house right now my phone on DND

Nigga HATIN ON ME ass sore he need SOME OINTMENT a&d

Take the controller out the… (Aaahh)

Take the controller out the console aint no playing me

Im with Unc finna drop finna pop Plan B (yeaahh)

I take sip of da wock taste like candy

I got red lean in a orange fanta

That bitch went and got a job she got bored dancing

In the mirror see a lean fiend I dont pour brandy

(Uhhhhhhhh)

Backed up, 43 at 3'oclock

U get clapped up, Bro got switchy on the glock

Like a mac truck, im shootin past in dis Trackhawk

Got my racks up, I packed my bag im finna blast off

Backed up, 43 at 3'oclock

U get clapped up, Bro got switchy on the glock

Like a mac truck, im shootin past in dis Trackhawk

Got my racks up, I packed my bag im finna blast off