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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glasses Malone
Glasses Malone
Performer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
T-Pain
T-Pain
Performer
Birdman
Birdman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bigg D.
Bigg D.
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Charles Penniman
Charles Penniman
Songwriter
Faheem Najim
Faheem Najim
Songwriter
b. armstrong
b. armstrong
Composer
F. Wright
F. Wright
Composer
M. Pritchard
M. Pritchard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bigg D.
Bigg D.
Producer
Ced Hollywood
Ced Hollywood
Recording Engineer
Andrew Thielk
Andrew Thielk
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Bird, park that body ****
Let's take 2 or 3 of dem shits to the head ****
What!
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up
'Til the feds run up
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, **** just snitch
Lose trial, that's a bitch, **** 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
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
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 bitch, candy on the coat
Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality
**** 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
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
Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
Su-woo, yeah ****
Pontchartrain Beach
Oceans, seas
Fleet, red CMB
UPT where I be comfortably
Louis with the suede on
Rockin' that jewels 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 **** did it back in the day
Now my lil' **** all good with the spray
Gettin' money everyday
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
Written by: Bigg D., Bryan Christopher Williams, Charles Penniman, F. Wright, Faheem Najim, M. Pritchard, William Roberts, b. armstrong

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