Monday Thru Sunday

They don't wanna talk to 'em so I'ma talk to 'em (Yeah)

Yeah

Monday through Sunday, you know that I'm thumbin'

I'm at the trap paranoid, you know that I'm clutchin'

One in the head, boy, I ain't goin' for nothin'

Glizzy, yeah, it gon' twerk, yeah, that bitch get to bustin'

Turn 'em bendy wit' that red beam

I'm posted wit' **** that will wipe your nose clean

You rat, these ****, take the trash out

When y'all done pulled up, say, "The rats out"

Two feet in, ain't no givin' out

The shit y'all rap about ain't checkin' out

There's some **** that want me dead

I don't stress shit, I count up that bag

I just left the bank, yeah

Pressure, know that it stink, yeah

I need Ms, mm-mm-mm-mm

Richard Millie gon' make the time freeze

If she want the Perc' then stay on her knees

I'm havin' blessings on blessings like goddamn Cs

Everywhere I go, I'm a goddamn fiend

Money tall like a white damn teen

Monday through Sunday, you know that I'm thumbin'

I'm at the trap paranoid, you know that I'm clutchin'

One in the head, boy, I ain't goin' for nothin'

Glizzy, yeah, it gon' twerk, yeah, that bitch get to bustin'

Turn 'em bendy wit' that red beam

I'm posted wit' **** that will wipe your nose clean