Yo-Yo - Same Ol' Thang (Everyday) lyrics

Everyday... Oh... C'mon [Verse 1:] Mr. Big Spender wanna buy me a shot Could it be Hennessy or Rémy on the rocks? Sittin' on the dock of the bay... Watchin' this fool throw his money away, hey But I'm just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin' You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin' It ain't often that a girl get a night on the town That's why I love it when you baller a** n***as come around Diamond in your ear shining more than my ring Is it the style or the flavor that you bring Hilfiger cologne, damn it's on Wish I could have this all night long But I know your kind and your kind is too sweet Your a** Coupe de Ville seven days of the week [Chorus:] Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Same ol' (everyday) thing (x4) [Verse 2:] See what every girl needs is a hard workin' man (that's right) Clock in early Work double shifts if he can It's when his shifts won't change Same everyday things Can't maintain I called my girls to complain! “This Al Bundy a** n***a treating me like Peg! Never wanna bring his workin' a** to bed!” Well, adios. Get lost Grab your coat and keep steppin' Never knew this fool would use his job as his weapon Same lies and alibis, nice try Had me thinkin' your a** was the nice guy I should have left when sh** wasn't right Cause all we did was fuss and fight all night And when that wasn't happening You was either rapping with your boys in front room Tryin' to be cool (Fool!) You never took a day to make this thing last And that's exactly why I left yo' a**, it was... [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now I'm back with this n***a that don't give a f** Roll in a '89 Nissan truck Rocks in his socks, tryin' to make a knock Beeper goin' off from them hoochies on his jock Dealin' with stress, plus everyday drama And the fact he still live with his mama But I'm the type of girl that's down for my n***a The everyday life of a hoodster's wife (Mr. Good Stuff) One more strike, bound to get life But I ain't trippin', he's the type I like Now, tricks, don't even worry sneakin' up on mine He ain't on that side of town Cause he don't cross those lines I find it hard to believe I've been spending time on my back sipping 'Gnac Smoking fat a** sacks In fact, I don't mind He's all I need Seven days of the week it's the same routine [Chorus] Hey... Just the same ol' thang Monday through Saturday Even on Sunday Just the same ol' thang