Teddy Blow - Mon - Sun lyrics

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Teddy Blow - Mon - Sun lyrics

[Hook x3: ] Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Work came in by Monday Work going out by Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday [Verse 1: ] Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Pack touched down on Monday Pack going out by Sunday Broke boys think sh** funny b**h you ain't getting no money No this is no Chik-Fil-A we is open on Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday b**h we in the trap house cooking up until it's Sunday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday b**h I'm sipping lean until I fall off with this money Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday b**h we cooking up until it's motherf**ing sunny b**h we cooking up we getting motherf**ing money Monday Tuesday Wednesday only counting them blue hunnids Thursday Friday Saturday in the strip club blowing hunnids All these b**hes falling for that motherf**ing money All these b**hes falling for this motherf**ing money Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday b**h I'm in the trap house and you know we getting money Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday b**h I'm in the trap house and you know we getting money [Hook x2: ] Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Work came in by Monday Work going out by Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday [Verse 2: ] I'm a work on it all I got my brick like a ball Diamonds increase in the glow All of these b**hes gon' go f** her then let that b**h go I'm in a trap with a Lord I'm in a trap with a Lord I got the racks on the low These b**hes all want to go All at my motherf**ing door You can keep all of the fame You can keep all of the hoes Just bring me all of my dough Don't be a dollar short though All of my n***as gon' shoot We shoot all up at your door