Gla**es Malone - Til da Sun Come Up lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Bird, park that body n***a Let's take 2 or 3 of dem sh**s to the head n***a What! [Hook One: T-Pain] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up 'Til the feds run up [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name Yay 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, n***as just snitch Lose trial, that's a b**h, n***a 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 [Hook Two: T-Pain] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up 'Til the feds run up (we hustle on) Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up 'Til the feds run up [Verse 2: Gla**es Malone] You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong Daddy can't sleep 'til this work all gone Drub broke down, 100-28 zone I'm seeing new trucks over 28's chrome Brand new Benz is 600 ponies Candy on the b**h, candy on the coat Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality n***a 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 Caine causin' hell [Hook Two] [Verse 3: Birdman] Youngin, this for the Bird Lady Su-woo, yeah n***a Pontchartrain Beach Oceans, seas Fleet, red CMB UPT where I be comfortably Louis with the suede on Rockin' that j**els 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 n***as did it back in the day Now my lil' n***a all good with the spray Gettin' money everyday [Hook Two]