Monday to Sunday (feat. Lil Baby & BIG30) Chords

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[B] I'm on you [F] crazy and [Gb] it's smoking
Yeah, you and me [Ebm] smoking on this
I turn Sunday for money
In the trap, Mondays and Sundays
Clientel steady pumping, [Db] Drake on [Ebm] shizzle
This what we dumping
I'm familiar with junkies, see my face and they come running
Two Instagram hoes from Compton
I snatched them up out my cumming
Them regular clips ain't enough
If you told a Glock put a drum in it
Trying to catch up to me, there's gonna [Gb] be a whole [Ebm] lot of running
Eyes in my rearview mirror
I'm on point, won't go for nothing
About 20 shots left up in the K-Dog, I shot the whole hunnet
[Eb] Paid my tithe to church from [Ebm] Hush
And even the pastor know we're million
My little [B] cousin shot my brother
My [Gb] brother got back [Ebm] on fuck my cousin
We [Eb] got Glocks from 17's [Ebm] to 33
We ain't going for nothing
We try to do what I do and I [Ab] do what I do
He really my [Ebm] baby boy
Kill tape 2-2-3 with a 100 round drum
That's probably my favorite gun
Everybody know how it go if he ain't bro [Db] on bro on God
We ain't shooting [Ebm] no one
Baby got meals I come through farm
Sell these bands but ain't no time
French white tea and some off white Jordan
Jack off too loud, I don't need no wine
Keep my weed, I need my drugs
Got two shelves, got feed my son
Some of my feet in the streets, I learn
Run through weed every week, my turn
Nigga I'm a speak, I ain't bite my tongue
I'm the one that's having that shit where I'm from
Been running shit ever since I was young
Fuck all my tithes, I wouldn't be none
I turn Sunday for money
In the trap Monday to Sunday
Clown tail steady pumping
Draco shizzle is what we dumping
I'm familiar with junkies
See my face and they come running
Two Instagram hoes from Compton
I snatched them up out my cumming
Them reggae clips ain't enough
If you told a block put a drum in it
Trying to catch up to me, they gon' be a whole lot of running
Eyes in my rearview mirror
I'm on point, won't go for nothing
Got 20 shots left up in the cake
Thought I shot the whole hunnid
Draco knocked the chump up out his bag like he working for Apple
Shy Jay pulled a 6 up in the Sprite
I pulled [Db] 8 in the [Ebm] snapper
If I catch it, I'm out by myself
I'm a spraying without a smoke back to back in the outing
We got the whole parlor clouded
Rossi's ass asleep, we slammed him out
After we took him in
He was clubbing with the other side
We [Db] had the [Ebm] cookies at
We just shook they block in the L-Fix
But we had Texas tag
Rossi's ass didn't hear this nigga up so we [Db] burnt up the [Ebm] tag
And my hood treat me like baby
Four packs with fentanyl on me
Hate to serve your little old lady
But granny keep calling me
Any chopper hit by 8 or 10 shot for who following me
In these streets it's either get 8
Ain't no nigga swallowing me Brrr
I turn sunny for money
In the trap Monday to Sunday
I got tail steady pumping
[Db] Draco's shit is [Ebm] what we dumping
I'm familiar with junkies
See my face and they come running
Two Instagram hoes from [Gb] Compton
I snatched them up out [Ebm] my cumming
Them regular clips ain't enough
If you know who the Glock put a drum in it
Trying to catch up [Gb] to me there's gonna be a whole lot of [Ebm] running
Eyes in my rear view mirror
I'm on point won't go for nothing
Got 20 shots left
Up in the cake thought I shot the whole hundred
See somebody got the habit
Took your chain before I grunted
Spit this block in the [Db] caddy
These F&Ms black [Ebm] and plastic
These gladys raised a savage
They said I shoot like my daddy
A third of 8 racks to fix my [Db] smile and one nail to cock [Ebm] dash it
A third of 8 racks to fix my grill
I'm 1880 or two
They talking bout us [Ab] selling down [Db] but I'm [Ebm] fucking her crew
We 7'5, 4 pockets, 4 choppers and rails are due
We certified like the truth
Bitches 30 baby and boo _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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