Sunday Morning

Niggas be hating on me, but they don’t want nothing with me
Bitches be talking bad, but they keep on fucking with me
This shit for lame niggas, promise it doesn’t fit me
Got me a brand new car, but I make her still come and get me
Fucking with me fucking with me
Mad 'cause I’m stunting on 'em
Two girls double on 'em, piece it like a puzzle on 'em
Work it out, muscle on 'em, I will never fumble on 'em
Molly shuffle on 'em, living out my duffle on 'em
Got them hoes in my cell phone, Riding around my red bone
Went to school and she head-strong, do me right and I’m dead wrong
I’m the shit and I know it, cup full and I’m loaded
God’s gift what I’m rolling, She turnt up and she on it
If every night is Saturday, then I’m praying like its Sunday morning
She ain’t never had a bad day, she work it like its Monday morning