Текст песни Monday Thru Sunday - YOUNG JAY

Monday I'm sittin courtside on the trap couch breakin down pounds
I'm about to bring them packs out
Tuesday and Wednesday, Grind til I pass out
Wake up on Thursday, It's back to the cash route

Monday I'm sittin courtside on the trap couch breakin down pounds
I'm about to bring them packs out
Tuesday and Wednesday, Grind til I pass out
Wake up on Thursday, It's back to the cash route

I'm from a city where every is real, well at least that what they say
Until they end up killed
I know 16 and he rollin off pills
He don't never think twice when he toten the steal

Ain't no love in the city, we live in a battlefield where a pack is a must
And trust will make you clap a steal but still hate even when you show'em love
So my circle game gone in memory of.

Mr. Re-Up and Grind Harder you might think he the plug
I'm connected to the socket so I'm up on the drugs
I'm a dirty I come straight from the mud
I ain't never have but my sistas and bruhs
And fabricate quick like this who you was
This what you got, this what you have just to get you a buzz
I don't fuck with ya kind, the trap still doing numbers so this summer
Imma show you how to shine

Monday I'm sittin courtside on the trap couch Breakin down pounds
I'm about to bring them packs out
Tuesday and Wednesday, Grind til I pass out
Wake up on Thursday, It's back to the cash route

Friday is pie day at Twelve hit the stash house Big bag of loud and some Remy
While I sit and count.
Saturday I handle all problems for a small amount
Sunday Imma Chill and call the poundman like I'm out

Twenty Four Seven Three Sixty Five The trap outta control so I Ain't Wasting time
You come and cop the shit whole, Just bring Eleven Five
I bust it open it's a yard for every OZ
A hood Mindstated like an OG, play the game low key like I ain't getting no cheese
Money Talks that explain why you don't speak
When you see a real in the streets like me
I know some dealers who got it but they don't touch a thing
Come fuck with that dedicated to stackin green
Six bands last summer like I'm the P
L U G real talk what the... you mean
I workout out for the cheese Like all the time Mr. Re-Up and Grind Harder
I ain't hard to find
I workout out for the cheese Like all the time Mr. Re-Up and Grind Harder
I ain't hard to find

Monday I'm sittin courtside on the trap couch Breakin down pounds
I'm about to bring them packs out
Tuesday and Wednesday, Grind til I pass out
Wake up on Thursday, It's back to the cash route

Friday is pie day at Twelve hit the stash house
Big bag of loud and some Remy while I sit and count
Saturday I handle all problems for a small amount
Sunday Imma Chill and call the poundman like I'm out

Mr. Re-Up and Grind Harder, pack gone like Geesh
I seen Quintin at his finest when he copped a P
Suitcase full a weed, that all belong to me
You copped this, I'll front you that I'll see you in a week
The toilet bowl man, I owe it to Dirty D
When I had shit a couldn't sell he brought me back the cheese
Mr. Re-Up and Grind Harder he got it for cheap
I'm on my grind every day of the week I be

Monday I'm sittin courtside on the trap couch Breakin down pounds
I'm about to bring them packs out
Tuesday and Wednesday, Grind til I pass out
Wake up on Thursday, It's back to the cash route

Friday is pie day at Twelve hit the stash house Big bag of loud and some Remy
While I sit and count
Saturday I handle all problems for a small amount
Sunday Imma Chill and call the poundman like I'm out

Monday I'm sittin courtside on the trap couch Breakin down pounds
I'm about to bring them packs out
Tuesday and Wednesday, Grind til I pass out
Wake up on Thursday, It's back to the cash route

Friday is pie day at Twelve hit the stash house Big bag of loud and some Remy
While I sit and count
Saturday I handle all problems for a small amount
Sunday Imma Chill and call the poundman like I'm out