Letra de Monday Thru Sunday - Seddy Hendrinx

I ain't gon' lie

In this lifestyle we provide

Every day feels like a movie

If Sed got that shit on

You know, you gotta have that shit on (Mac got the ocean)

Roll the cameras

Yeah, she said that she scared to love me how she want

Lil' Seddy can't quit the lean, know that he won't

Every day, wake up fresh, I be puttin' that shit on

Yeah, roll the He-Man, the zaza, the Flash, yeah, the strong

Got a problem, I face it, can't take all night long

I got a bone to pick, that's with your bitch

Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming

Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"

Monday through Sunday, grinding for something

Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing

I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money

Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming

Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"

Monday through Sunday, grinding for something

Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing

I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money

How you feel? What's the deal? Let me know

It's some hundreds, I'm coming for sure

Drop bag, hit dash on the way to your lo'

Huh, hair and nails, pick your colors some more

You can get what you want 'cause you throw it back more

I got twenties and fifties and hundreds

Back to back how they coming, they flooding

Smoking za 'fore the flight, I got munchies

Hesitate with the fake, ain't no bluffing

You can talk like it is, but it's nothing

Smoking He-Man, the 'thrax, I got more in this bag and I probably ain't handing out nothing

But Monday through Sunday, I'm in

Went in the back, out the front with a ten, yeah

Super wet like she born with a fin

Throw it back while I keep doin' my dance, yeah

Yeah, she said that she scared to love me how she want

Lil' Seddy can't quit the lean, know that he won't

Every day, wake up fresh, I be puttin' that shit on

Yeah, roll the He-Man, the zaza, the Flash, yeah, the strong

Got a problem, I face it, can't take all night long

I got a bone to pick, that's with your bitch

Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming

Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"

Monday through Sunday, grinding for something

Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing

I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money

Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming

Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"

Monday through Sunday, grinding for something

Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing

I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money

(Gangsta Grizzillz)

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