Lyrics Til Da Sun Come Up (feat. T. Pain, Rick Ross & Birdman) - Rick Ross , Glasses Malone , Birdman , T-Pain

[Feat. T-Pain, Rick Ross and Birdman]

(This song right here)
(It's dat medicine)

[Rick Ross:]
Bird, park dat body nigga
Let's take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head nigga.
What!

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run up

[Rick Ross:]
Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes
Comfortable on jets, ho's better learn my last name
Yey in the carry-on, that I'm 'bout to carry on
After all the deals, I still deal and carry on

Versus the past, we all shed tears
That's why I pop pills, the end so near
The crackas don't work, niggas just snitch
Lose trial, that's a bitch, nigga go sit

Three hots in the car, where the surf 'n' turf
Three blocks in the car, I'm gettin' what it's worth
From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom
Buyin' up the bar so the ladies gettin' at him

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run up

[Glasses Malone:]
You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong
Daddy can't sleep 'til this work all gone
Drub broke down, 10028 zone
I'm seeing new trucks over 28's chrome

Brand new Benz is 600 pounds
Candy on the bitch, candy on the coat
Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality
Nigga don't bite 'cause you might get a cavity

Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity
Stash so dumb, mine's ridin' shot gun
Doin' 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful
Or end up murdered like Cain causin' hell

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run up

[Birdman:]
Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
SuWu, yeah nigga
Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas
Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably

Louis with the suede on
Rockin' that jewels 'cause we paid homie
Laid on it, played on it
See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie

My honey, she know I'm good with the K
Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day
Now my lil' nigga all good with the spray
Gettin' money everyday

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the fans run down

[West Coast beat fades away]