Monday versuri

Monday lyrics by MGM Lett

Intro
(This one ride right here, Ant)
Money gang shit, man, you niggas is not trappin’ like you rappin’
Tell that shit to somebody that gon’ believe it, man
I play with my hoes, not my nose, fool

Chorus
I was trappin’ on a Monday, had it feelin’ like a Friday (Had it feelin’ like a Friday)
I be lookin’ out the rearview soon as I pull out the driveway (Soon as I pull out the driveway)
Money talkin’, I can’t hear you, need some better conversation (Better conversation)
Ran it up and I shot passed ‘em, not surprised these niggas hatin’ (Not surprised these niggas hatin’)
I ain’t stuntin’ a nigga business, my trap jumpin’ off the meat rack (Jumpin’ off the meat rack)
Your bitch just gave me head up in the car, I let my seat back (In the car, I let my seat back)
„Lett, you rappin’ like you trappin’,” nigga, yeah, if he try, he die, no cap
Got attachments on the strap, this bitch go boom, boom, boom, boom, clap

Verse
Shawty say she swung my way (Way) ‘cause she sick and tired of broke boys (She sick and tired of broke boys)
Wake up, make a play (Play), I looked up to nothin’ but dope boys (I looked up to nothin’ but dope boys)
I know three niggas caught a case (A case) and they all told (And they all told)
Got a hundred off my face (Face), them bitches all sold (Them bitches all sold)
Niggas say they got the ball, they must ain’t hike it yet (They must ain’t hike it yet)
It’s wintertime, I serve a nigga in a Nike tech (Pull up, serve ‘em in some Nike tech)
I’ma always take the money over fame, nigga (Fame, nigga)
If you don’t keep that shit a hundred, I can’t bang with you (Can’t hang with you)
I be sneakin’ out of town (Town), my PO won’t let me leave the state
If you want them pounds (Pounds), hit my phone and I can get you straight
Know I got that pull (Pull), wanna get full? (Full) Then, nigga, get your plate (Get your plate)
If you run it up, start flexin’ on your wolves (Woo, woo), that shit’ll get you ate (Shit’ll get you ate, don’t do that)

Chorus
I was trappin’ on a Monday, had it feelin’ like a Friday
I be lookin’ out the rearview soon as I pull out the driveway (Soon as I pull out the driveway)
Money talkin’, I can’t hear you, need some better conversation (Need a better conversation)
Ran it up and I shot passed ‘em, not surprised these niggas hatin’ (Not surprised these niggas hatin’)
I ain’t stuntin’ a nigga business, my trap jumpin’ off the meat rack (Off the meat rack)
Your bitch just gave me head up in the car, I let my seat back (I let my seat back)
„Lett, you rappin’ like you trappin’,” nigga, yeah, if he try, he die, no cap
Got attachments on the strap, this bitch go boom, boom, boom, boom, clap