Monday (Explicit) - KOTA The Friend

Lyrics by：Avery Jones

Composed by：Avery Jones

Monday Monday

Gotta get the bread won't complain nah

Brand new whip on the one way

Gotta dream big for the one day

N***a want a crib with the backyard

Nice lil bed with a slim waist

800 credit in a black car

Everybody good when he get paid

Take a milly put it on the black

When you really gettin' money you don't ever gotta act

I did everything I said I been keepin' it a stack

Took a stack bought a crib by a river to relax

N***a came up from the low-low left it in the past

I'm in bar in California with my feet up on the grass

And my shorty in the rental

With her feet up on the dashboard

You know that I love it when the bougie in they bag

Yeah money on the phone n***a wake up

Nowadays shorty need pay stubs

Bankroll tucked in the raincoat

Better get hip to the fake love

Babygirl get that paper

Bad lil b***h she A1

Stack your bread for the girls trip

R-I-P to the haters

Stay home with that fake s**t yeah

She ain't really bad if she basic nah

Get a whole bag and I save it yeah

Cookin' up crack in the basement ayy

Take s**t day by day

N***as throw shade always

Work through the pain like ayy

Milly in the rain like ayy

Henny to the face like ayy

Lake house on a lil boat straight chillin'

Sun roof on the whole crib no ceilin'

Feel no ways no holes no games

No stress no flexin' for the 'Gram

No money to my ear on the porch sippin' Kool-Aid

Mix it in with the d'ussé

1 o'clock on a Tuesday

Young n***a on a new wave

Bank job for a new day

Yeah money on the phone n***a wake up

Nowadays shorty need pay stubs

Bankroll tucked in the raincoat

Better get hip to the fake love

Babygirl get that paper

Bad lil b***h she A1

Stack your bread for the girls trip

R-I-P to the haters