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Monday, Monday Gotta get the bread, won't complain, nah Brand new whip on the one way Gotta dream big for the one day Nigga want a crib with the backyard Nice lil bed with a slim waist 800 credit in a black car Everybody good when he get paid Take a milly put it on the black When you really gettin' money you don't ever gotta act I did everything I said, I been keepin' it a stack Took a stack, bought a crib by a river to relax Nigga came up from the low-low, left it in the past I'm in bar in California with my feet up on the grass And my shorty in the rental with her feet up on the dashboard You know that I love it when the bougie in they bag Yeah money on the phone, nigga wake up Nowadays shorty need pay stubs Bankroll tucked in the raincoat Better get hip to the fake love Babygirl get that paper Bad lil bitch, she A1 Stack your bread for the girls trip R-I-P to the haters Stay home with that fake shit, yeah She ain't really bad if she basic, nah Get a whole bag and I save it, yeah Cookin' up crack in the basement, ayy Take shit day by day Niggas throw shade always Work through the pain like, ayy Milly in the rain like ayy Henny to the face like ayy Lake house on a lil boat straight chillin' Sun roof on the whole crib no ceilin' Feel no ways, no holes, no games No stress, no flexin' for the 'Gram No money to my ear, on the porch sippin' Kool-Aid Mix it in with the D'USSÉ 1 o'clock on a Tuesday Young nigga on a new wave Bank job for a new day Yeah money on the phone, nigga wake up Nowadays shorty need pay stubs Bankroll tucked in the raincoat Better get hip to the fake love Babygirl get that paper Bad lil bitch, she A1 Stack your bread for the girls trip R-I-P to the haters
Writer(s): Avery Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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