Kota the Friend

"Monday"

[Verse 1]
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*gga 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 milli' 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*gga came up from the low-low, left it in the past
I'm in Baja, 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 and they bad

[Chorus]
Yeah, money on the phone, n*gga wake up
Nowadays shorty need pay stubs
Bankroll tucked in the raincoat
Better get hip to the fake love
Baby girl get that paper
Bad lil' b*tch, she A1
Stack your bread for the girls' trip
R-I-P to the haters

[Verse 2]
Stay home with that fake sh*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 sh*t day by day
n*ggas 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 hoes, 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*gga on a new wave
Bank job for a new day

[Chorus]
Yeah, money on the phone, n*gga wake up
Nowadays shorty need pay stubs
Bankroll tucked in the raincoat
Better get hip to the fake love
Baby girl get that paper
Bad lil’ b*tch, she A1
Stack your bread for the girls' trip
R-I-P to the haters

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