SUNDAY 2 SUNDAY

Damn I'm sick of you That's the thrill of you Ima get the bag And fill it too Ima get the bag I'm in the mood Every single day I'm in the mood Monday to Tuesday To Friday to Monday I been bout my money You cannot say nothing Yea yea Ima get the bag Keep it funky Monday to Sunday Im running Put it there Why they always wanna stare Why you looking right here Its the man in the mirror yeah Chilling eating Buss it for no reason I stunt in all seasons Coast to coast Each region Damn Smooth walking with the gang Say u wanna f*ck I won't look at you the same I'm all about my money Not really trynna hang Theres a text in my phone But I let that shit Bang bang bang Get the bag You hungry ima eat it Oh my God Double money Straight creeping Cost a lot money Just to keep me You Fugazi Im a leader Damn I'm sick of you That's the thrill of you Ima get the bag And fill it too Ima get the bag I'm in the mood Every single day I'm in the mood Monday to Tuesday To Friday to Monday I been bout my money You cannot say nothing Yea yea Ima get the bag Keep it funky Monday to Sunday Im running Get the bag with it So why you sad with it I cant tell you why you sitting Outside with it I'm dunking on these bitches No cap with it In the jungle We still waiving All the cash and shit Jetlag Rather fumble it than tumble it All I been doing Remix all of my hustles You know Im congruent Why you sitting with the haters You spying on em All the missiles I planted You plotted them wrong Yeah, you hunting with a gat Im verbal with attacks I'm getting to the bag You a bitch like that You depend on a man To get that thing right back Im my own fcking brand Got my kick like that Damn I'm sick of you That's the thrill of you Ima get the bag And fill it too Ima get the bag I'm in the mood Every single day I'm in the mood Monday to Tuesday To Friday to Monday I been bout my money You cannot say nothing Yea yea Ima get the bag Keep it funky Monday to Sunday Im running